There were bells, as a crimson

Ribbon divided the sky in two.

Wasn’t there night? Ripples of

Darkness cascading around us,

Fountains of light pouring from

Pails and peeling wallpapers.

Black glazed over the stern,

A call reaching out from the

Endless waves.

Was there a glimmer in the distance?

Like the sound of my voice,

Breath froze and dispersed,

Sliding through the damp oars.

Illuminated nets plunged into the

Foam,

Bone white, close to pearls, excavated

With tinges of red.

We were surrounded, indebted to

Ocean, enthralled by its spears.