Echoes of the water hymn meander on empty boulevards - I trod this sunken labyrinth on the sea. I watch silk-clad cherubim standing near the milky shards as they join a haunted melody.
The girl sculpts lamenting statuettes on the sunlit crown. Countless hours within the tower nesting angels in her lillywhite gown.
Ghosts of a shipwreck pour into the starboard garden and I paint their tears like pieces of an ocean. They wander on the fore-deck and sing as the eggshells harden. I see to the dawn,Β filled with strange emotion.
She swims in the moonlight as her body stills. A winged flight in the fading night while the chalice of golden wine overspills.