I stood before the cerulean waters,

With the golden grains of sand curling round my feet

The placid waves below,

Kissed the shore gently to form a show

The wind caressed my cheeks,

As I thought I heard a familiar voice speak

I'm probably out of my mind,

To think I saw you right before my eyes

Was it just a vision,

Some kind of odd illusion?

All that's left,

Is just my own reflection

As I watched in misery,

My eyes brimmed with tears of kerosene.