There is something to be said for the sight of dazzling fire,
a brazen iris adorning the senseless waves.
The heart I loved belonged to the sea --
in death she embraced him and I was left wanting.
In these times of war it is love that destroys us,
a riot of fear and wild grief, this sunless morning
just like every other observes my lover laid to rest.
By breathing his last he did not spare my life, rather
he condemned me to the night, to endless mourning
for his body, set to flames
for my love, forever sinking, scattered ashes on the wind.
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