On Loss

So let the tides glide you away
On a ship with no sail
Miles past the horizon 
Where no earthly beauty 
Can compare, it seems,
My love, you've lost your fare

The sights and sounds immaculate
Remain untainted in yellowing
Beauty they can't articulate
Or formulate in glassware
Remembrance, who deems,
My dear, they'll never compare

Far beyond the tides of time
Lies a bottomless well
Of everlasting tranquillity
Now bursting at seams with 
Your care, your treat,
My love, you've beaten me there

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