<i>Some dry faint hum of generators pierced the sunset, as two armies of clouds fought over the girl beside me; the ensuing lightning punctuated the dismal sky with bright strands of hope, which were short-lived and muffled. A legion of stars shone into my heart and tried it; the milky way stretched itself around my wishes and tossed them into the rolling tides, as distant fireworks cauterized the wound destined for my life; the powerlessness of the wandering anglers to coax a fish stranded me unto bitter irony.
Deign a kiss she did not, in the face of all this loveliness; deign a kiss she\'ll never. The great spectacle of nature swayed her not. Neither the ocean nor the stars nor the sea nor the moment, nor the beach, nor the waves, nor the dark, nor the wine, nor the laughter, nor the muse, will send her reeling to my arms; nary any hug of substance will be.</i>