The water dreams the day away
Sleeping while a feathered army flanks the clouds
The wind, a spider, spins its web on the sea
Silken threads tied down with spray
Pillars of shadow refuse to bend
At the lash of the sun’s flaming whip
Sea gardens raise their trembling limbs
Salute elusive forms- predators?
Solemn waves crash on the shore
Word and thought vanish like their foaming crests
That, seeming bright, dissolve so soon.
Silence reigns, the king of the oceans
Rules this land, with future as his crown.
This is no ancient world; no ghosts or tombstones here
Curtains of time hang at its side
Masking not what is past, but what is yet to come