Sailing Shores.

Tell me,
If we meet,
Where the sky greets the sea,
Will we fare the ageless tides,
As moonlight in oyster lay,
And be bound as a pearl forever,
To be found some beautiful day.
Or.
From the goblet of a thousand stars,
Choose one never leading astray,
Build a ship out of the very salt,
So the sea itself shows the way,
And when we reach that virgin shore,
With the sunset trailing behind,
We do the deed of kindness,
Free all pearls we can find.