By the edge of the sea, sitting alone,
Someone cloaked in secret thoughts,
Her cloak glimmers with starlight,
In the faint morning sun.
Waves whisper as they approach,
Leaves shattered on the sand,
The gentle breeze tenderly embraces
Her flowing hair.
Time flows beside arched pillars,
A place holding ancient tales,
In her eyes,
Lost dreams drift.
On a shoreline mixed with solitude and longing,
Memories submerged in endless time,
In the tender light, she sits,
Drawing her own world.