She, like a cloud, floated away.

Where the winds took her, I could not say.

Perhaps she ended up on the mountains,

or by the sea.

All I know, is that she isn’t here with me.

What do you see?

My mind, as restless as the ocean’s storm,

Your face, reminds me of the gentle, open sea.

My face, takes on a troubled, weary form,

But what do you see, when you look at me?