Oh voice raised before the rolling breakers,
The sliding waves,
The slick sheen of sand,
The silent burst of a blazing pearl
Sinking slowly in the blue-black sky
And fading, disappearing,
The sea and sky had no words
But the rumble of the waves
The silence of the stars
And the sailing of my mind.
Words, what? carved the hollow of a shell,
Filled (for the time) with sweetness…
Naive soul, you danced without another,
But invited only God.