A Villanelle on the Seashore

Do not go easily to the ultramarine shore,
The green, blue, white, the translucent twilight,
It’s the irrevocable call of the seashore.

The pleasant, surreal colours of the sea shore,
I could only see it in Taxi Driver’s night-light,
Do not go easily to the ultramarine shore.

High or mighty, all waves break at the shore,
The mélange of colours somehow doesn’t seem right,
It’s the irrevocable call of the seashore.

The psychedelic, synthetic colours of the shore,
It’s near-death, I see those sharp shades of the light,
Do not go easily to the ultramarine shore.

The pleasing colours, breeze—the mirage of the shore!
The sea, every time, wants to embrace me, ever so light,
It’s the irrevocable call of the seashore.

The corals, the hidden mermaid, call out to the shore,
In pitch dark, the sea holds out its fathomless beacon light,
Do not go easily to the ultramarine shore,
It’s the irrevocable call of the seashore.