If you listen right, you can hear dreams crackling loud. It’s just an unexpected source is all.
The air is coated with paradise soft burning scents in exotic spice and bittersweet mandarin.
Somewhere not too far- a sultan and sea goddess enact a love scene. Enraptured.
Deserted beach shores glisten where giant blue whales exchange several meters off shore, hidden by the protective reflection of the new moon.
Their song mesmerizes hardened sailors, who’s whiskey bites and swishes forth and back.
Mermaids whisper promises:
You can run with me on dry land, my dearest darling
Just come swim with me here, now
The water is divine
Can’t you see the emeralds of my eyes? My ruby lips? My long black hair…
Mar dwelling bird’s wings rise and lift. Effortless.
Gone with the wind
Riding on the current
Trusting in the flow
The sun and moon are polarized- held to scale at equal, opposing ends of the sea.
Someone somewhere so taken by the beauty of the moment asks no one in particular if such a sight can be too strong and pure to be true?
Can something so simple as a vision be developed enough to lie? But why would it?
Tropical trees tremble and shake- slower than sleepy slow sloths climbing in the inky, brimming, green~ where leave’s brushing sounds like~ yes yes yes
Bled and scraped by coral are so many knees, intensified from salt intrusion. Stinging. Penetrant.
Little, sinewy, brown boys play games at sunset, invading underwater castles. Little whittled swords. Who would dare challenge?
Every wise pirate has their golden mean.
Their imaginations so vivid and true could almost be by sheer will; one day to manifest and walk with their father’s stride; sleek, proud, agile.
The fathers who visit taboo isles of allure with mistresses of the night, debauchery, and tall tales each bigger than the last.
Stepping out in habit to hail the dark, enveloping blue, and scathing the cruise ships for all riches.
Surrender to a life of survival.
Never to fully embody rest, so fantasy must suffice. Sleep fills those pores
Cooling, fanned with palm fronds
Soaked in Kava and herbs
Dancing drunkenly, always with one wild eye opened…
Until the treasure has been knocked up from beneath the sand.