Mystical wizards dance till evaporation occurs.

Twinkling hues blind the iris from within.

Geese wave upward in flight of the known.

Absent souls stand frozen in time.

White sand disintegrates,, melts into ocean floor.

Weeds whistle silent prayers,, shells whisper untold secrets.

Ships nod in passing, as one, in unison to the rhythm of the swirling sea.

Sails flutter tales one to another, winds of change direct their course.

Silver goddesses line the  way forward.

Hushed voices linger behind.

For what are truths if never told?

One can only ponder while the Mystical Dew fades away