Pammy

Limpid pools groan, whisper your name, our ship is far gone, didn't know what I knew, a brilliant ocean, absorbs our view, when we’re alone, I tell you the game, on this island shore, how lovely these ruins, a foregone disgrace, brings us to truth, birds that have flown, we’re here in a daze, our troubled home, the sea lemon blue, your face drained, nothing more is new, we turn to the flame.