- "...I fell in the sea, lost for many a day
awash in sadness and memory...
...I stumbled out of the waves,
tattered clothes battered by the waves..
...green scales shimmering in cold winter night
'Aislyn' the murmuring wind called...
we were one."
Aislyn-- words cannot begin to explain.
A dream of cold waves, under gentle moonlight.
Green, oh sweetest green - gonk heart
I did not catch her with my own line, but she crawled onto my head nonetheless.
