Form: English Sonnet
In clouds of topaz see the native girl
She walks barefoot over the amber sands.
Soft tendrils of auburn hair twist and curl
A single crimson rose silent in her hands.
Each night she walks, along the chilling shore
With fleeting glances across the ocean
At seas rhythm with unforgiving lore
The black waters mesmerise with motion
Stargazed she holds loves tarot runic card
Destiny in journeys to distant place
When she finds the soul of sea faring bard
In dreams she has often seen his face.
A failure of reality to break a heart
When the worlds combine in romantic art