What do you see beyond the horizon?
Does water wail in a mirror's cloud?
Is the cliffside cottage alive then,
When heaven rains upon the madding crowd?
When the sun raises your eastern halo,
Silhouettes bury cracks in cobblestone,
I am castaway in absence’s shadow;
Your empty chair, a boarded window.
There is no other star to warm this moon,
On shore searching for waving tides,
Is the ghost haunted by life’s presence?
Is it love the hurricane eyed?
The fragile veil, worn to behold
Taunts my breathless strife, “fools gold.”