Fort
Crying in the shadow of pillars of his fort
He saw her facing the horizon
Not a single glance back
The boat kept sailing
farther and farther
Left alone watching the moon
lighten the muddy waters
Hearing it splash the pillars of his fort
Tears dried away not the hope
Maybe it is just an illusion
Maybe it is not an ocean just a lake
Maybe if I just jump and catch her up
"Maybe it is too late"
Repeated each splash
