On the shores of life’s long dreaming,
The foaming surf of passions bred,
Churn whirlpools in our
scheming,
Crash the coast where love has fled,
And beach the lovers screaming,
For the lives that they once led,
Amid the jetsam of disillusion,
And the breakers of desire,
They are shed of their illusion,
They have quenched the inner fire,
They are confounded by confusion,
And so they wallow in the mire,
Until the tide of fascination,
Drags them where its waves require,
There they’ll surf in new sensation,
Leave behind the distant shore,
And the cries of lamentation,
Are drowned by the ocean’s roar,
For the lovers they have chosen,
They are all at sea once more.
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