Another Sea

This sea is strange.
It is not blue,
it is all white,
it is mermaid‑free.
Its fish are weird,
they have no fin
but long sleek skis.

There is no seaweed,
just trees floating
in wide clusters,
with white balls on
soft and cottony,
like candy floss,
huge lollipops.

This sea has waves too.
They are more like dunes
with diamond powder
glistening 
under the moon.
Is it stardust,
fragments of dreams?

It is what I wish,
what is precious to me.