An oceanic breeze,
With the gusty eye of the sun.
Above the salty moon,
Is the starry sky of seashells.
A dark cloud,
And the opening of the sun.
The foaming of the water,
And the glassy waves of marble.
Among all the enumerations,
Between the earth and heaven.
I bestow my heart to the moontide,
That lovely gust of music.
Billions of simple numbers,
Are in the history of the ocean.
Imagine every second,
That the oceans have created.
I too have gifted my seconds to the ocean.
With my gentle hand in the water;
I hope to add some beauty -
To the billions of years of history.
My heart would love to sail,
Until the very beginning.
And see the frosty days,
When the world ocean first began.
Encapsulated in the water,
Is a lovely drop of starlight.
Fragmented in the moment,
Is my little crystal daydream.