The red currents turn  sweet in the warm breeze that fills the light of crystal sea  in the twilight of all things beautiful.
The wind blows and black swirls with silver to the sliver of moon that moves with the emotion of the clouds and stars smiling on those who believe in themselves and wishes made years ago on something so small that could not come true, but is always there, a promise for a twilight of all things beautiful.
In that twilight all things are there in the mist waiting to be seen, crystal and illusive. There the sea is there called up after the storm, leaves float in as jewels and the air itself holds a feeling of your best memories and  loves. What music plays can only be heard by those who have listened  and who believe.
Here is a comforting place drawing me in pulling me forever to the sea.