The boat I now stand in began to rock
As the waves gained momentum.
A tickling on my feet and the hum of my oar pursuaded me to look over into the water.

Vocal melodies escaped the flowing liquid
And popped as bubbles in a sparkling display.
The song had entranced me and I stood.
Removing my garments I dove into the rolling waves.
..
While cutting through the foaming noise,
I began to hear a loving voice, musical and angelic, call to me from the deep.
A luring vibration escaping from the depths, rising, encased in bubbles.

I had popped one on my way down
And this voice, like a sugary treat, lured me deeper into the depths;
Embracing its warmth.

The bubbles had gathered around me
And swiftly pulled me back to the surface.
To my amazement the bubbles rose above the water and popped, releasing a melody into the air.

Heavenly it was, when the glassy water I was emerged in, shone extravagantly.
..
Complex colors became apparent when the hymn, celebrating this godly woman, drowned out the crashing of the waves on my worn-out boat.
The dull colors of my boat and that encompassed by it were nothing but.

The water had calmed to a state, almost frozen in time.
I turned towards the rising sun.
There she rose from the water, her toe gingerly tapped the water and sent ripples throughout.

I was embraced in the aura of her majesty,
(That is) My goddess, my queen.