Look yonder at the graceful misty suggestions
Delivering  a gentle welcoming gain
Evanescent, yet so remarkably memorable
Infused with the kiss of rain

A fine gossamer glaze of crystalline blue
Creates a jubilant rhapsody
Vigorously dancing within the rushing embrace
Of the passion, known as the sea

Flawless perfection, delicately fragile as porcelain
Unfaltering, lines of exquisite detail
Quietly content the eye  of the beholder
On a stately sensational scale

There is splendid comfort in the quiet of the offing
As the cherished waves rush ashore
Appealing to all of our tender hearts and minds
Compelling the joyful need for more

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.