What upon the naked shore is this key?   All briny, yes, a haven for the briny things,   And a mystery to the sun which hasn't seen   The construction of this awful mystery!      What fashion'd thee, O key of slimy gold?   What secret portal among the waves and stones   Didst thou unlock in silence of the deep?   And most importantly, what sea-borne lazy eye,   Deceived by the broken light,   Lost among the ruins thee?      I saw the shore expand on that joyous day-   Breathed deeper, pulsed longer, sighed fuller,   Loved greater the mind of a curious boy,   Such as me!      I love thee, curious sea!   {Aeons can hide the relics of forgotten gods,     But showeth me thy treasures,}   And I will always look thereon.   I will always look with love thereon!