Why do you care for me? asked the sea,
Why do you walk miles to be with me?
Why do you come back to be hurt again by me?
I will answer you, lovely sea;
I will tell you why, gladly.
Here, I find my favorite things;
your waves give me beginnings, high melodies, and no endings.
I met love when I looked at your waves dressed in blue;
now, my favorite hue.
Not red? you ask,
Strength and passion are every man’s desire.
No, not red,
I say looking at your darkest spots.
Not violet? you question me;
Surely butterfly wings and beauty are every soul’s refuge.
They do not compare to you, I explain,
You are green, white, and purity,
but more than that, your still and tranquil blue will live forever.
I found you, lovely sea, after crossing the clearing –
here, underneath my gaze, beneath my feet.
Your water pools around me, almost drowning me in fear,
but keeping me afloat high enough to hear your waves of affection;
so loud, so full, rushing to welcome me in haste –
no matter how late I am.
They embrace me like an old friend,
pulling me in, unravelling me;
piece by piece,
until they touch my fragile heart.
Your waves fill me, lovely sea, and leave me breathless;
they tell me here lies my happiness.
They discover me, transcending every layer of my melancholy;
I belong at your shores;
I can love here, for I am being loved –
though you will not admit to it.
But that is not what is hurting me, lovely sea;
I cannot stay.
My soul is restless, and I must go –
I must leave now –
the road is calling me to my destiny.
But do not weep –
leave your fury at your shores!
I will not say goodbye;
there will come other poets who will color your hues;
your blue waves will live forever;
in me, in my memory.
Will you not tell me the name of your melody?
Will you let me know?
Will you write it on your sands before I go?
My streams of desire for you run deep, lovely sea;
you gave me life and turned me a poet.
You lured me to write at your shores;
I now know you were singing silently for me to
translate your melodies onto these pages,
and caress your hues beneath my fingers;
your waves of blue will linger;
long after I am gone,
and my footsteps become grains of memories on your sands,
your waves of blue will live on forever.