Oscillations of the Misleading, a poem.

The light, it dies above the shore

And sinks the thought of love, a myth.

The waves, they tap the sand once more.

When weak Pip sought a star to score,

She led him on a ruse of play.

The light, it dies above the shore.

Echo, my loves walk out the door,

And break my heart, a soul to lose.

The waves, they tap the sand once more.

A wand’ring bark, the star he bore,

It drug the man off course, away.

The light, it dies above the shore.

But Crux, the cup, the ram, the crow,

All have stars to give, love to spread;

The waves, they tap the sand once more.

I look now, on the lake at night

And see a star that made me fight.

The light, it dies above the shore;

The waves, they tap the sand once more.

* Not directed at anyone; written solely out of my own accord.

** Although written like a villanelle, it is not (I incorporated eight-syllable lines and no rhyming in the middle lines of each stanza).