Soft sand on soft hands
Warm water on small hands
Blue sky and dark sky
Sun on water floating by
Salt wind in silky hair
The sound of sea always there
Roast corn and eaten corn
Horse dung and plastic bags
Dig here and dig there
But never stray, always near
Lean down on warm sand
Feel it run in my hands
Paint sky on paper still
And paint sea, never still
Coarse sand between the toes
Sliding out as water flows
Hand in hand on water's edge
Walking slow, as on a bridge
Memory clings so close by
Memory seems to fade by
Memory seems to be always there
Always Near, Never Here
Soft sand on soft hands
Warm water on small hands
Blue sky and dark sky
Sun on water floating by
Salt wind in silky hair
The sound of sea always there
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice flowing poem, like it.