we would linger at the shore of the ocean
on the line where the elements meet
in their strife around, for each other
and their yearning to become one
waves nag at the rock foaming white
in the thunderbolt of the surge
licking salt, tasting earth and the fragrance
of unfurling flowers dusted with spray
the wind sends a scent of the dancing sea
dark beneath glistening silver gems
from the stream of a blooming sky
reigned by the diadem of the moon
surf becomes fire
in our boat in the sea
we watch the stars falling
one by one.
(for D.)
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