Oh, My Dear Octavia

by Toe-walker

The lives of waves

Frothing seas
Churn below.
Memories
Fade, so slow.
Oh, my dear Octavia,
Over and done.

Passing waves
Leave a splash,
Rear their manes,
Proudly crash.
Oh, my dear Octavia,
Over and done.

Seasons change,
Currents shift;
Life is a
Ceaseless drift.
Oh, my dear Octavia,
Over and done.

Turn your two
Baleful eyes,
Raise them to
Sunlit skies -
Much, my dear Octavia,
Yet to be done.