Sea Holy

Countenance of silver blue moon Illuminates mysterious dune Tears of the moon Almost seem to appear to echo the enchanting tune That flows through lagoon That uncanny tune That to the evils of our world seems immune Echoing the remnants of from sea flowing typhoon Before moon above now moonlight dunes would raise The sunset would set the sky with golden blaze Against soft linen sky that blaze would amaze With gold clouds winding with softer then silk last phase But west towards the mountains not gold but violet was the sky With crimson light reflected in the clouds that there would lie The play of shadows of sun that above mountains were passing by Made clouds seem to be sucked in by a vortex that would insert them deeper into the sky As result gold violet and red clouds would appear And of those colors like a supernatural glaze the sky would fill To the eye giving enchanted trill Before it all would slowly disappear Growing on dunes, sea holy is just a small flower But it reeks of supernatural power Power that pure meaning of beyond would cover Beyond even nonlinearity and much, much further