oceanic endeavours.

I’ve loved you since the dawn of time,

lost in the space between.

Since the summertime,

the summertime of my sixteen.

And on the seaside of the vernacular,

I learnt the language of love-

and how particular,

that it was the language of you.

Yet, I still stay cautious.

Not knowing of the unbeknownst,

still rather dangerous, rather torturous;

must I always remain your ghost?

Give me the silence of your lips,

In our very own oceanic abyss.