General

My old self is a pretty shipwreck, so at home upon the seabed, made ever more pretty by the passing of time and the growth of new life. My new self sets sail above, wind filled pillows of white and new horizons ahead.

General

The shipwreck beneath the waves had become a gallant grand dame of the seabed. For she had become home to so much life, a support structure and thing of beauty.

General

Shipwreck of poetic waves, deep in blue rest, you are my heart.

General

The ship once a thing of man, in her wrecking was made anew, made into a belle of nature.