Start and sail on the placid blues, like if waters were finally free.
Stop and gaze at the flawless views, the eyes of a dormant sea.

Words evaporating, fading faster than footprints on the sand.
Vanishing before they can be tasted, now forbidden and banned.

Like a remote, breathtaking painting... my emotions lost in your two dimensions.
I gaze at your masterpiece reigning, pure blaze in all directions.

Hello, dear nymphs of evening, the witnesses of Helios and Nyx's eternal fight.
How come you sound so dreaming, a vision of waves with golden light?