That night
the beach was full of fires,
and the waves rolled in mysterious,
foam-laden,
from the ancient lands.
And on the beach
full of fires and magic
we burned our paper wishes,
for that night they might even come true.
Then, because we were unwilling to wait
the last few minutes, we ran
a little before midnight
into the mysterious, ancient, pagan sea
and submerged ourselves in the foam.
You rose up,
shouting amid the waves
with the joy of that night.
When fireworks shot into the sky,
and some, falling to the sea,
exploded there again
to shoot from the very waves,
you also leapt up, shouting
with the energy of that magic night.
And later, when we were almost
the last remaining in the sea,
we went up onto the beach
full of fires and love.
Only life would teach you about the life and I really enjoyed reading San Juan night. Memories are like dreams That fulfills your aims!
Lovely memories of the summer solstice and welcoming summer with bonfires on the beach, life can be so good, great piece Paul,10/10 regards Tom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I felt as though I were really there! When were you in San Juan? Sounds fantastic!