Ink blots on the water marks of a empty page.

these ink blots on the water spiral out

making marks on these empty pages

the quills at the ready

the type script they say are ready made

the bell ringing out from a wave

the radiant nature of these tolls

the mermaids back away

the tides roll by through the night

the pages float out

on this wind swept scene

your always in these waves

those water colour memories.