Nautilus I

Watching the horizons as the waves crash… The sun dies its elegant death of golden blood upon the distant shores. It washes jade green and aquamarine upon creations seam, the edge of the earth. Sand cools under tired feet Head held low A cry high overhead rises into the sky on silhouetted Wings. Watching wonders of wraiths and washing wishes away… Along the leviathans streams. A splash in elegant Crimson and golden light The Blood of a dying sun, seeps into the sea… as a finger traces the ancient chambers of the mystic nautilus.