A dream within a salty dream

turning on its axis

the vessel ploughing far below the waterline

suppressing its life and conserving it.

 

In turmoil we sought out the highest place

hope and air thinning

and the dream was real

as real as the depths

 

and when we knew the end must come

and fate could wait no longer

the scene changed,

a world opened,

      a landscape becalmed

      soft streams sweet with peace

      couples strolling benignly

      lofty terraces caressing verdant heights

      a natural light spraying droplets

      into a world removed

      from ocean pressure.