Lost discoverer, in you everything sank... 
everything.
Nostalgia,
innocence, 
Eternities of absurd tendernesses and of idealised lusts.
Everything sank. 

And yet, one hopes.
One searches the water for floating corpses
Embalmed in comforting half-truths.

Oh, for that desperate wish to be granted !
Oh, for the driftwood of some unsighed sigh,
                                      some undreamed dream,
                                      some unsinkable desire.