I would like to be
like glass
Beautifully touched
with a searing kiss, and
Wondrously shaped
into what
I could be

but there is also
A strange splendour
in the salt
That was the ocean,
kissed too hard by the Sun

and what about
The tide that always comes back
to kiss the shore
No matter how far
they separate?

I'm not sure if it's
beautiful, or pitiful
For the tide seems to
love the shore so much –
But what about the shore?
does it wish, with all its being,
That it could be with
the tide forever?

Or does it long
for those moments of peace
Without the tide
(to be alone?)

But
the tide
Always
comes back

Let's not forget about the Sun:
does it wish to come down and play
Or does it wish that
they would take their problems
And go away?