There are evenings bathed in alabaster, in deep green waters, which are beacons from the oceans that speak to the coming of the deep nights. Yes, the seas converse with the ancient lighted towers near the hill where the moon rises with more extraordinary beauty than other places along the shore. Some of the buildings are in ruins now, but once they conversed with the waters of the autumn moon.

The summers where the light is intense at midday have written on the calm waters, where the surface of the waters are green with thoughts (feelings) of sea life further down into the blue depths. In these ancient blue depths, some ruins were once dwellings; there are towers of light that never became ruins, and there were once flourishing cities along the shores that are now silent and eternal.

A hue of lavender from the islands in the center of the seas is dominated by the intensity of the moon of night. The moon has written its light on the intense white sands, and some ruins have been taken away because the sands have buried them over the centuries and are still under the moon when the nights come.

Across the oceans, on the islands of the moon, some people contemplate all things. They are the priests of the moon; they have no rivals in wisdom; they send thoughts to the shores of many lands where people are taught knowledge in their dreams.

In a reflection in the pools near the shore, the priests of wisdom are seen with their islands in the night moon and morning sun; this means the storms would cease to come, and calm would reside along the shore.

The oceans have become less angry, and the strong rains and winds have decreased, but some breezes bring pure tranquility to the people.

The dim moon is seen in the blue sky as the sun’s reflection dominates the oceans. It is silent as this part of the shore has no people; only the ruins reside there. Then, when the night comes, the moon’s thoughts bring to life the structures that once were cities, as if sounds heard from the past.

Sounds of children of laughter that was many centuries past had become a panorama of life; it seemed that it was an illusion, but the moonlight and sun shined their light on the white sands bringing the truth of what was long ago, but only silence resides on the sands now.

The moon has written its light on the sands; when one sits on the sands bathed with moonlight during the night and contemplates the moon as if there are no other thoughts, only the moon has dominated people’s feelings. The towers to the moon are still there along the beach, empty structures, only sounds of the elements are its companions.