  Timeline: Present Perfect Luna! Be her ill-witness for the sweat-clad afterdusk Remain speechless for the human anguish - A coarsely-woven dress of illusionary solitude.
She, Lies naked in an aquatic lament, On a stained ocean floor, Caressed by the coral, Glancing towards a non-existent light Supposedly streaming through the waters Too far up ahead... ...too far. Sipping the surrounding silence She senses the inevitable. A dream to be slipped through her fingers. The Lotus she dropped upon a gentle wave of the Nile, Shall be carried towards Lethe (for he thought a twist would keep you forever).
...and be moistened with eternal forgetfullness... The dunes of the White Desert as they move, Will allow it to turn into a faint memory until... ...The rememberance resides no more. So be it, maiden! You know he is already no more. Let that coral -being taken for granted- go! Time to drift out into the open sea... ...and so be it! 
