A lilac hush settles in subtle wisps in clouds
a charm that casts a blush of depth perception
wrinkled by the charity of the sun,
she wades in these nightfalls
high above her lost Atlantis.
As if relumed, the moon water reflects,
a flippancy of midnight’s surface
a levity pale and undulating it’s obsession wide,
eclipsed, Goddess of the Sea heads under
her blue tears running wild in a current red
she turns the tide higher and higher
she turns the water lilac and leaves the morning sky red
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