Flowing crystals crashing on surfaced rocks,

Greying sky clouding the horizon,

Sail slanting towards crystal floor,

Strong hands shaking in uncertainty,

Winged birds mocking from above,

Winds pushing and twisting my ship to the ground,

The water crushing my lungs,

Surrounding every inch low and high,

The last ray of sunshine losing my eye,

My thoughts wandering like fish at the bottom of the sea,

The fish sprout wings,

As the coral does trees,

I think I’m losing my mi-