Diamond surf between my toes
Like wedding rings
Satin seaweed’s soft caress
A humble dress
By any other name the sea
Would hold me just the same
With salt-peppered grains the shore
Can look on naught with shame
Fingertips arranged in ridgy lines
Record the time
While worries and perceptions glide
Out like the tide
The Maker with his ocean eyes
Loved me when he made the sea
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem