Rivers of salt

indigo  sits and meditates  rolling the past week over in her mind, morning the loss of the one who came to stand by her side,however briefly. The more she thinks of it the sadder she feels , tears form and start to streak as they do down her face . 

Rivers of salt form , and as they trickle down her face they coalese to her chin forming droplets, getting fater and finally letting go and droping to the floor ..the tears of a djinn are a strange thing ..imbued with majics  unknown to mortals . Some form crystals as they fall clinking to the ground rolling over the floor of the realm ...others stay  liquid catching on the base of the  realm before they crystalize into cloudy blue Stalagtites .

she lets the waves of sadness roll over her  knowing this is only the  break water the foam at the edge of the deep sea of her feelings seeking the calmness that will come if she lets go and floats allowing the current to take her as it will to a calmer place..

she closes her eyes and floats on the dream of the sea letting it restore her..she is but a channel for the salt water ..it still comes , rolling  now unbidden and uncontrolled down her face..the stalagtites drip and grow like sharp teeth hanging from the base of the realm jagged and unruly . 

at the base of the realm stalagmites form like silent sentinels  guarding standing  inert and unmovable, silent as ghosts solid as rocks. they gather and grow ..

she whispers to herself as she fails to her sleep the one sentence that guides her has always stayed true ..

time eats all things...