I sail alone on the silent bay,
not a sound nor a word, for I''ve nothing to say.

Just wrath of a sea that is burdened with hell,
in depths of blue waters, dark secrets my dwell.

Her unspoken beauty and forgiving grace,
her face limited by black, ominous lace.

Past the veil, her eyes are an ocean of blue.
Beauty expressed in an indigo hue.

But blue turned to gray, my soul now is torn.
She has left me no more than a heart filled with mourn.

My heart storming over with threatening ponder,
her smell still lingers, though flowers grow upon her.

Alas, with the dawn, the midnight breaks.
With it, sadness, a lonely sailor can''t take.

So, I sail alone on the silent bay.
In her eyes I shall sail, and I always will stay.