Long and languid, a flexible liquid,
the lake stretches out completely;
white shadows litter themselves on the waves
while the moon overhead hovers strangely:
underneath the cresting blue
darkness is smooth and issued to
a queue of creatures misconstrued
as monsters all and in part due
to peoples\' fear of unknown hues,
what lies beneath the cresting blue:
Women with serpents\' tails, swimming through
the midnight water lathered in their lake-like luster
fluttering there to here and when-
flick of the tail and down again.
Thus playing games such as they will,
and singing songs but just until
the sun is risen to reach us;
they flee to a world underneath us;
a place beneath the Cresting Blue.