Analysis of Lagoon

The colour of the lagoon's waters
Perfectly matched the sky as if some greater being had just passed through the universe and looked in on earth, leaving their memory printed on it.
Mountains streaked up to the sky so sharply like mascara wiped from a crying eye. Boats left streaming white torrids like the shine of star light reflecting on mirrored eyes.

Old white wolves sat at its banks like driftwood trees and as if they had been their for hours gathered in worship.
Some had caught fish that heat filled afternoon and were tearing at their flesh, others coughed as if laughing at the fish's own spiritual demise. Only soft waterfalls beating the stillness disturbed the peace, keeping their bronze, silver and golden eyes awake.

The clouds were so small and bright you might think of winters long lost snowflakes and imagine them slowly falling from their eye.