Eyes like the Aegean Sea.
I wait longingly till dusk,
So that your spirit comes to me.
Embrace my mind with your power,
Sew nothing but lustful wonder,
As I lay here by dying embers.
I look up at the night sky so serene.
Your essence cuts like the crisp air I breath.
I implore, your influence is turbulent,
Your wrath envious yet translucent.
I wish your beauty and grace would become of me.
Grant all this in stead.
Treacherous as it were,
Mortality beckons me.
Raging internally this dichotomy,
For I could never be as ardent as thee.