
If I surround myself with beauty
Perhaps I can appear beautiful again ~
See
There is a rose ~
Languid petals
Almost floating
Like an anemone ~
And there ~
And there ~
Perhaps a daisy or two ~
But I like the one
Not far from my draped hand ~
Do you see what looks like
A sweet
Tiny shell ?~
Somehow
I think of
Atlantis ~
That island you think is fantasy
But I know
Is real
~
You see
Not far from this island
I was born ~
Born of the sea ~
In fact
You know who I am ~
I am that beauty
That lover
Who charmed men
(And gods) ~
My beauty was legendary ~
What you see now
Are just sands of my former self
~
Born of the sea
To the sea I must return ~
This is my moment
Quietly
Waiting
For sandy waves
To be real
For the sea to take me home
Home to be foam ~
And once again
I can be
Glistening
Beautiful
Aphrodite
~