The billowing curtain awoke her,
To the voices that carried whispers over the wind,
Through the bay's serene extensive port.

As if in a trance, she followed that breeze,
That tendril of fresh ocean air touching her skin,
Leading to witness moon and stars hold court.

The ocean lay in front of her, teeming and voluminous,
It would have continued onto the sky, if unrestrained by the horizon.

Cold moonlight flooded her face, and she heard again those ancient echoes,
Such wonder she saw in these waves as they spoke, teased and enlightened.