miyako73
05-15-2012, 05:07 PM
Mistaking the sea for a pond,
You stoutly walk on the shore,
dune-like after many storms,
Whose sand bury the prints
Of your excited hopping feet.
The gushes of the North wind
Push you towards the waves
Already receding at midday
Like a lover feigning shyness
Whose retreat is a conquest.
You run after the bubbling sea
And let its bubbles catch you
As the thick puffs of May air
Fill your lungs with gassy brine
And form crystals on your skin.
On the waves you fly and ride
And dance like an unyielding sail,
Mesmerized by a dead seahorse
And by the floating tiny rainbows
The sun shimmers onto the sea.
The noon's calm waves leaving,
The wind, the air still pushing-
The crystals in your feathers,
Your salty tears, your cold feet-
The sun, the shore are no more.
You stoutly walk on the shore,
dune-like after many storms,
Whose sand bury the prints
Of your excited hopping feet.
The gushes of the North wind
Push you towards the waves
Already receding at midday
Like a lover feigning shyness
Whose retreat is a conquest.
You run after the bubbling sea
And let its bubbles catch you
As the thick puffs of May air
Fill your lungs with gassy brine
And form crystals on your skin.
On the waves you fly and ride
And dance like an unyielding sail,
Mesmerized by a dead seahorse
And by the floating tiny rainbows
The sun shimmers onto the sea.
The noon's calm waves leaving,
The wind, the air still pushing-
The crystals in your feathers,
Your salty tears, your cold feet-
The sun, the shore are no more.