High by the Beach

Got a fickle temper like June siesta hours.
Turning sadness into drops of rain,
disillusionment into summer hymn.
Poseiden's daughter, summoning cyclones and storms.
erratic waves when afternoon showers came.

You were oceans away and were never mine,
I, too am an odd child with powers too great to comprehend.
People are still afraid of the things they do not understand.
Between Scylla and Charybdis,
is choosing the lesser evil the virtuous answer?

We were high by the beach, with stars in our eyes.
Swallowing sunsets, sinning by the sandy beach.
Our minds resemble that of an exploding comet.
Don't go just yet, we've only just begun.