Something

Something Something's coming, you can smell it in the city air, a trace of salt-sting, wave-licked from where Neptune's head breaks above the waves through slopes, foothills, mountains of white water, swirling braids of kelp, as green Sea horses stamp the laughing waves. Then calm. Ocean, kissed by sunlight, smiles a billion-acre peace across her blue-green world, below which whales glide, dolphins dance, and mermaids, combing their silver hair, sit on iron-coopered trunks filled with gold and jewels perhaps, sand-choked, rusting, like human wishes long unanswered long forgot. Then something, something flies up, upward through the endless sea, rising to where you move like sunlight through the world weaving fugues of love around my heart.