She hears the distant soft caress
there in the gloom.
Colors surround with tenderness

guiding her through.

In the forgotten sweet abyss

another sound
twilight floating memories
always without.


Gloaming
there above the surface

an illusion
reaching down for me.


What lies beneath
beyond the ocean s door
tranquil is the kiss

of the azure rising deep
sleeping ever more
Naiad s mystery

what lies beneath.

Guarding their immorality

saints in the sand.
Stranger than beautiful eerie
an ancient land


Circle of sixteen turned to stone
and still they keep

shimmering crystal promises
one space between.


Breathing the newborn waves.
Kneeling for the sea she became.