A Sailor's Folly by Aidyn Smith

And truly to feel the grace of the sun

Is to bask in the warmth and light of you.

To grow in this light is to find the one;

The one whom all others must take second to.

A darkened city street leads me to find

A hapless, wandering soul seeks gold touch.

Like King Midas, he thinks with leaden mind

That golden visage of love but a crutch.

In an ocean of azul he does swim,

Seeking to keep his head above the wave,

For countless men fall to the ocean's whim

And your eyes too, they saw they could not brave.

The sun, the ocean, the golden ice fields;

To these perilous fates Midas does yield.