Seaside ramblings

Neither love nor serendipity,

nor opaque nor sand-colored

But transparent.

A child smiles at the me

but the i did not smile

I looked instead at the horizon.

 

And the rustling ocean

scratches and crystallizes me.

Everything else resound with lyrical voices,

the salt of the sea water

and piles of equinoctial seaweed amid sunset,

soon brings comfort under the quartz starry sky.