What upon the naked shore is this key?

All briny, yes, a haven for the briny things,

And a mystery to the sun which hasn't seen

The construction of this awful mystery!



What fashion'd thee, O key of slimy gold?

What secret portal among the waves and stones

Didst thou unlock in silence of the deep?

And most importantly, what sea-borne lazy eye,

Deceived by the broken light,

Lost among the ruins thee?



I saw the shore expand on that joyous day-

Breathed deeper, pulsed longer, sighed fuller,

Loved greater the mind of a curious boy,

Such as me!



I love thee, curious sea!

{Aeons can hide the relics of forgotten gods,

But showeth me thy treasures,}

And I will always look thereon.

I will always look with love thereon!