I can not hold you long enough.
Beheld, you could not be held.
Soft green, are yours and eyes
as well as blue,
breaking there upon thine rocks.
Quitely, bye never looking back,
walking off, whispers even the waves.
This is where I should be now,
I know your dreams I share as well.
Horizons, turquoise green horizons,
necklaces of green, horizons by me.
Days,
and nights flow by me, by me now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'whispers even the waves' and what would they say on that soft & gentle day the less spoken, if they may.