Well Know I Njord Is Near

Forever's secret whispered swordfish spotlight, the moon danced from beneath the waves in the deep. The shark's companions mesmered in the serpent-charmed elvish twinkle. Before I was or could be, this dance of lunar drama luring waves off-white fluoresce in the one-spot spotlight teased as a multi-organed jellyfish love-tryst. Bathed in awe's womb's glow, a mother's sweet fingers of light gently caress the ocean's goose-bumped skin as if sea's fingers solo upright-marked the waves' mouth in ever-shooshing to foamy zen. Well know I Njord is near, riding froth-hooves on the salt-horse.