Answer:
A caribbean shape that makes ships disappear
In the forest, this blends in just right, but every December it is covered with lights. What is it?
You saw me where I never was and where I could not be. And yet within that very place, my face you often see.
My first is second in lineอพ I send shivers up your spineอพ not quite shining bright I glitter in the light.
All about, but cannot be seen, Can be captured, cannot be held, No throat, but can be heard. Who am I?
Dry though I may be, I am still a sea.