Misconstructed Sonnet #1

Your love comes and goes like the backwash of the sea.
It scratches and tears at the skin of the world
Leaving but the scars of a fading memory.
Your love comes and goes like the faces of the moon.
It guides its small underlings to their unchanging destiny
That shall finally be unwritten in a plain night sky of gloom.
Your love comes and goes like the dark depths of a dream.
It claws and nestles in the corners of the mind
Till the sun shines over immateriality unfurled.
Your love comes and goes like the promises of time.
It tricks the dancing blind into the abyss of eternity
That withers to the dust of junk swept by a broom.
Tonight, I'll patch the wounds of my old and faded jeans.
Your love comes and goes like the backwash of the sea.