Shingling sand,
Footsteps on the shore,
Children playing,
Swathes of sea salt drifting.
Waves swirling,
Breaking,
Rushing,
Foaming.
Clear blue water;
Tide turns
In-out, in-out
Swimming effortless; floating in
Shimmering boundless light;
Head spinning below the surface;
Unknown, obscure
In the sea.
Searching for
Torn shapeless figures
Mirroring in the distance,
And I, float-drowning
In wishfulness,
Await love’s return.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A brilliant poem of tumultuous feelings mirrored by the beach scene. Thanks for sharing, John