Dreams of water

I saw the waters green
the colour a brilliant turquoise
And partial bodies of mammoth fish
Gleamed in black and white
I kept free falling through the sunlight
Only to be swept away again
The sea, the sand, the sun and the sky
I want to be one with you

Laughing water brings luck

Would this anonymity help in generating a more prolific literary output? Why does it have to be literary? And prolific? We'll see about that.