Emotions and oceans entwined,
Sand and mind combined.
The key from the cradle of the sea.
By its grace we live you and me.
Death strikes, a stone on a pond,
After the crash the ripples respond,
The troth, the cave, the wave
And viscus remorse the slave.
At the rim, millennium
And we are locked the stadium.
The jewel is hope the mediate,
With moon and the stars the opiate.