the refined shell
and within
a mermaid
dressed in
what looks like
an indigo blue veil
and her face
the vision
once born
once awaken
once the final
silhouette
of the moon
or a wish
behind the stars
where
there is a lake
ceaselessly floating
silent whispers
that have touched
heights and landed
as thoughts
and remained
a hundred thousand years
to shake off
one short moment
and collect the dust
and clad to leave
time too short,
time eternal.