"One day the day after tomorrow on the outskirts of Looming Land, right beyond anomalous Aethereal Harrow on the edge of Infinite Dew Field, not far from ramshackle Droidbury Town, surrounded by snowbound ridge of Somersault Hills, a bit south of dancing Hornpipe Forest, there will be built forsaken Saffron Wharf on the Lake of Million Drops, where our second lyrical hero drowns her beliefs. Her name is Zoe and she is the Pawky Jellyfish."*
In the days of yore that gonna get back,
Under the fluorescent light of the moon,
(While you’re waiting for sunrise in the berth of the cabin
Your ship got lost and started to wreck).
Between dark layers of cold autumn water
Pawky Jellyfish swells like a balloon.
Under the fluorescent light of the moon,
(While you’re waiting for sunrise in the berth of the cabin
Your ship got lost and started to wreck).
Between dark layers of cold autumn water
Pawky Jellyfish swells like a balloon.
Seagulls giggle in the pink scale of dawn,
Oyster spreads a smile from ear to ear.
(Weird fishes got famous in Worcestershire sauce!
Selfish shellfish shares the joke with a prawn).
Crying from happiness in shallow turquoise,
Zoe is laughing to tears.
Oyster spreads a smile from ear to ear.
(Weird fishes got famous in Worcestershire sauce!
Selfish shellfish shares the joke with a prawn).
Crying from happiness in shallow turquoise,
Zoe is laughing to tears.
She likes watching the glitter of the dim morning star
Through the ripples on the specular surface.
(She believes she can steal it and hide in her cave
Full of treasures, in the most beautiful jar).
Lying down on the bottom turn off all the lights,
Drown the hope, stop being nervous.
Through the ripples on the specular surface.
(She believes she can steal it and hide in her cave
Full of treasures, in the most beautiful jar).
Lying down on the bottom turn off all the lights,
Drown the hope, stop being nervous.
Octopus rides the flow waving slim tentacles,
Sea owl stares sitting on the seaweed’s branch.
(Like the million teardrops in salt lake of wide open eye
We’re lonely but highly identical).
Some are born to learn how to breathe underwater,
Some are born to good lunches.
Sea owl stares sitting on the seaweed’s branch.
(Like the million teardrops in salt lake of wide open eye
We’re lonely but highly identical).
Some are born to learn how to breathe underwater,
Some are born to good lunches.
* This is just an early bird short introduction of the second hero of my upcoming interactive book for iPad. It’s gonna be the original story called ‘Looming Land’ and it’s about four reserved friends who decided to change everything in their lives one day with a little help from the fifth one. Meet them all in the App Store soon.
Thank you for watching!
