Soft winds caress crystalline waves,
opal hues ringed
in golden shores.

Rocky inlet hides
hidden treasure, old
wood, growing into moss.

Strong stone sinks down
through murky dark
pulling taut sails.

Land is fiction,
told by mothers
to put children to sleep.

But sleep is long and
far away.

Steel skies bear
down on granite water.

Towers crash, swamping
wood.

Smashing, bashing, thrashing
screaming for an end.

A safe haven.

Far from home.