On one afternoon of deadly silence
When only their heartbeats were at play
The sound of sighs were at riot
On a maiden dusk darkened shore.
And though evil was slowly stirring
It was the sound of a chilling breeze
That startled their rising and falling
As they took their plunge at sea.
The water hued to tourquoise
And swiftly nature's song did rise.
Emerging as the cruel wind blew
They held as one the breath of desire.
In panic, without prior daring grace
Saturday’s child raised her head
And said not a word, but wished instead
For the trace of memory now received
For the bearable brilliance now perceived
In order to erect new cliffs of stone.