Upon the sea, unto eternity

Wake up! Is this but a dream?!
Rushing hither is a silver stream.
Alas! At my feet it breaks into foam,
And as though ashamed it retreats home.

Behold! Tell me if you see Moon melt,
Dripping milk into the sea;
With gentle tosses, the tides flaunt their wealth,
A wealth that shall remain theirs; unto eternity.

Splash! I am woken from my reverie
The sea has caught me by surprise.
Is this a reprimand for my thoughts of jealousy,
At the display of wealth in front of my eyes?

Doesn’t life do the same to you?
Lure you with promises that may not be true.
The tides answering to the pull of the moon,
Are akin in nature to the vagaries of fortune.

High up in its aerie, in full flourish,
Conducting the opera with great relish.
Setting to music, the tides upon the sea
the moon stealthily encroaches into the night’s tranquility,
As it shall continue doing, unto eternity.