Sea Breeze

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Hold your breath and watch:

the strong whisper runs over

the total blue in a continuous way.

Now, don't think about it, spare a moment:

it shows itself at where your eyes can go;

the final blue shakes a little at its touch.

It sails over the seawater, its large features

hover, fall, melt and then are born again;

it fulfils its slow dance towards the beach.

Look how it makes the last waters feel

the love of my waiting fingers, how

the sun filters a rainbow.

I hold the colours wrapped round my fingers.

Suddenly they are blown away; I wait for your touch.

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It plays over the patient water in

little waves of sight; near the land's end and

the water's, it sucks in the quiet of the sea.

Little unremembered hills

emerge like wishes and dissolve

in my eyes and the next blue.

At a different place, it visits the dark

deep green where a thread of light is

left alone; the forest roars.

Here it arrives at my lips with

a salty solid touch; love's tears

are referred back to their old places.

With a loud trick it sends the landscape into

my mouth; I munch it as I would grapes or kisses.

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Stand near me, speak to me

through the leaves high up on

the casuarinas, count my heartbeats.

Your touch shall be honoured

by my open mouth, my leaves shall

receive it as they would a slow look.

Breathe the lonely places of my city,

throw open your generous arms, wait near

my stillness, hold my lonely whispers.

Show me your ways. I shall let my words

move with you to places where we lose you,

smell the breath of your easy walk.

The remote whisper shall be preserved and

stitched into a kind of remembrance.