She walked along

the myriad of crushed stone
searching for treasured texture.

The scent of the sea
rose like a pelagic avian
and came to meet her nostrils
in long flaps of its saline wings.

The dimming glow
of the iridescent ball of fire
hung in the darkening sky;
evening lanterns in a distant village.

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Arios, in the year 124 MA.