Rising white over sandy shore
Winding boats riding on cloudy mist across water
A shouting port with rippling flags for drapes,
Caught in the pure and reflective eyes
That sparkle with sundials and gold,
Aphrodite arose from waters as pure as pearl and as vibrant as stars
Exchanging hands with bulging veins
that run like thousands of flowing streams
Drinking their fill and walking along,
Gazing upward, heaven bound
Yet very much tethered to the ground,
A necklace that hangs upon an egyptian neck
that reflects the Nile on a day where Ra's blazing eye shines,
Some precious China's sit on a cup and saucer
intertwined with whitened ceramic,
Ink used to wash seashells and dye,
Tapestries or even a royal gown,
A peaceful or tranquil air that births imagination
out of lofty sky or the depths of water coursing,
Tears roll across fleshy pink cheeks
and remain the petals, kingfisher feathers,
The hue of a diamond in low lighting
or a sapphire pendant on a rich women's breast,
In the ruffels of a peacock's feathers
that are velvety in brightening day,
Under dusky starry skies
with its darkening horizon, twinkling eyes,
Draping the Virgin Mary in tranquil and peaceful cloth
made of the raindrops of clouds,
Monsterous white waves that toss
the mind of thoughts in turbulence of raging imagination,
A sailor walks about the marketplace
Until reaching the boat and climbs on deck,
The sailor claps his sleeves with veiny hands soaked in salt and water