Listen, don’t you hear the cries of invisible gulls?—Albert Camus
I.
Daughter of
The Sea
Where my brooding soul was
Born, where Time began,
You were mine, Love, before
The stars were born, before
The Sea
The Sea ...
You and I, Love, divided now
By Time, by silence tyrannous,
By wounds ... I wander, Lost,
Between the earth and sky,
My thoughts, tempestuous,
Drift like waves in a white
Fury of foam where my wild
Heart seeks refuge along
Forsaken shorelines of
The Sea
The Sea ...
II.
No one but I remembers
The bright pink roses on your
Dress that day as we walked
Hand in hand, and kisses fell,
One by one, like the glimmering
Waves amid white fury
Of foam where now I wander,
Lost, between the silence and
Pulsating murmur of waves—
And in the Eternity of a kiss,
And the bright song of
The Sea
The Sea ...
My heart seeks Living Waters
To make the flowers rise,
And bloom again. You and I,
Love, our kisses fell, one by one,
Wave by wave, as now my
Sadness rises, falls, wave by
Wave, as our kisses fell, and
In the breath-like rise and fall
Of waves, a beating heart
The Sea
The Sea ...
III.
Our kisses fell, Love, wave by
Wave, but now I only hear your
Voice, the wet cry of a sea-bird,
Piercing the afternoon air over
Sun-glistening waters, above
The waves, falling one by one,
As our kisses fell, your music rising
From the whispering surf, a sad
Lullaby, the melancholy song of
The Sea
The Sea ...
IV.
Wave by wave, in the sad song of
The Sea
The Sea ...
I hear your Voice—shape of
My sorrow, mirror of my Soul—
Form Immense, of salt and fire,
Of blood, pulsating and bitter,
Tasting of tears. I wander, Lost,
Along forsaken shorelines beneath
A darkening sky, fading sunlight
Casting shadows over silent depths.
The Sea
The Sea ...
The shape, Immense,
Of my brooding Love,
Dying wave by wave—
A sad and lonely Voice
The Sea ...
--for Neruda
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