Because as my eyes roam across the surface, they see you looking back
Watching over Her lengths, She is a reminder of the slumber You left
Imagination and inspiration pair in Your darkness, lost in the black
And from that loss you gained Her, that which grips Your heart deft
The salt of that tear, as salt of the terra, and salt in the wrack

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Scarlatan, in the year 605 AF.