I am the screaming voice in the sky,
The wild echo on the ocean cliffs,
The surf rider, the wind catcher,
The untameable, unknowable,
Mystery of the unsearchable sea.
I sink with the sun,
And rise with the tides.
I am the wild's wild eyes,
It’s voice, it’s cries.
Where the wild is, there am I
Where you are, I am not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem felt I was out there on the ocean swells Loved it. X Paul