on nights the salt air
invades  his  nostrils
long  buried  visions
invite themselves  in
the shadows emerge
from ice-cold waters
he  bravely    battled
to get  back  to   h e r
soft velvet  whispers
hard nail on his  ribs
as flesh drags him in
down a black pool of
phantoms embracing
their deserted pledge
condemned to forget.