I watch as the roaming sea (whose wandering rivulets unravel posthumous biographies with nuances corroding the mystery of untouched sands) fills rivers with muffled words. My eyes travel (distances beyond our curdled whites to shores whose cultured tones roll like restless hills lamenting their broken lines) with ships and dying sunsets. You are venturing (to dive in mermaids' coves revealing their buried tales, wrapped in murky clouds of tenebrous veins) and I am content --to whisk a limpid hand (in churning waters' waves reflecting your seeking gaze and the wanderlust that simmers) through my most desolate sighs. (Just a side note...if you get rid of the words in parentheses, the poem still stands alone.. in a brevity piece. )