waters of N'n-Aiihymy'Aqktliir sound...

Mist....

like creme latte

Stillness... upon the waking hills

coolness,

welcoming dancing porpoises of sunlight's play

in waves of a mind dissolving glass

the sound of the sea

like lights of thoughts, suspended

plankton gold

behind luminescent eyes of forget-me-not turquoise...

bubbles rising from the endlessness of depth

two continents of land, in waters rift

beneath the paths... of trade

of tea-leaf bronze colored ships....

Jellyfishes

of some forgotten iron kingdom.