Babylon over-flows

onto the banks of the river insane

and the dam grows ever higher.

Those impenetrable walls

too high to climb,

too wide to cross,

tears ebb to whence they came,

rise again within the swell

to roll in the surf of a wave

which laps against a shore forlorn.

To be forgotten until -

the shell in which they crystallize

is placed beside a listening ear,

to hear the tale of their salty trail

through a sea of passion, laughter shared.

Through devotion and love confused

in the mayhem of a summer rip-tide.