Tired...

I wish the waves are leaping in front of me,
a barricade of emerald turquoise, riding the wind,
with foamish manes shinning with sun ray studs...
when it ends with a welcoming shatter on the sandy shore,
strawed with shells of the ocean... A permanent hollowness echoed within...
Bright as the eyes of the hermit crabs, looking from their hidden pebbles...
Stretching across the horizon where the clouds dissolved into and united with the salty ocean foam... As light as a drop of dew on the crystal complexion...the ripples patterned themselves like seabirds' motion glade, swooping up herrings for their chicks... where fish see land for the first and last time... the ashes rest on musty twigs powdered, grained staining the nest a grayish bleach... puffs of breeze took the finest... air-borne, where there will come a chance where the 'fish' might once again see its home, no longer its former self.... floating gently down, touching the cooling foam rolls...where narwhals sing their haunting... The horns, a impostor of unicorns waving high...tips up high above the sea... a throng of peaks...proud as the lions, roaring the ocean's chants... charm even the sirens, laying amongst the seagrass... Dugongs roam as sea cows in their territory, flashing their humane forms swooshing through the currents, bringing warmth to the stars below... And i lay back as a star beneath the sea looking up upon the star in the heavenly sky... it glows an eerily red, and i a bluish glow... Where streams of air and water flows for miles between... i lay resting...