Oh how I’m glad to have seen you at last!
At least to have seen my inscrutable belief
flash once in the flesh, rushing intense  
like the coming to be of an immemorial dream.
Your look towards me called forth my sea
and shook its floor of live ships that’ve dwelled
too long on the forgotten, spiritless bottom,
so that they rose again to breathe their sails.

But sure enough it was just one! One breath to live.
Just one to hold above because there was just one to give.
I wonder if they’ll remember that still clear sun.
The whole out of the blue before it moved and shuddered
under the fickle ripples as they bowed out and sunk.
To return to the mud where the yearnings are stuck
while the purpose still lies on the surface to be touched.

Oh, if I had not seen you! My ocean still would be.
With no billows to unsettle the pellucidity.
And my ships, they could have seen the bright light of the beam
through will alone at home at the bottom of the sea.
But now? To watch the light, remember heat, to feel the cold—
It’s all the same when the dream’s untold!
But I’ll listen to the silence and endure not knowing I’ll survive,
if you promise to forever give me that culminating smile.