“Fractals” by Schuyler Myvette

From nothing to the unknown, form into something,
Two lovers fishes swam, to get her.
Till land rose, a fish gifted land to get her out of the ocean and into her own land.
To give her a world of her own, space of her own.
Bitterness of the salt from the one who she comes from.
The ocean waits on his love to come home
She builds him a palace of her own, ready a lone throne for them in the green in the trees
New life she’s made she sees her rays in waves from the palace she’s made,
For the life she’s made, she waits on for his entry, to see what she became.
From what was never estranged.