The Dreamer's city

In the city of seven islands,

that which never slept,

but still managed to dream.

That which worked like a man,

but was beautiful like a woman.

That which the sea protected,

But could also destroy.

The city that moulded into you,

But made you like her.

The city which she loved,

But he never met.

In this city of seven islands,

At the place where land and sea met,

She waited,

For him, who had left,

For the dreams that set.

She waited

P.S- This poem was written on a serene evening at Marine Drive,with nothing to do except let the words fill my mind.