I am the sea whose waves travel the world
I am the water in waters
I drink up the light and shadow from the cup of sky
My wet skin twinkles on the surface
Wind calls on my name
The horse of white waves carries me
crossing the great mountains of night
There is the white spire of church at my uproarious street fair
There will be the sound of the evening bell of temple on my silent reef
I breathe the wheat field to be reaped
The golden wheat awns stand on my body
I pave my doorway steps crystal
I brew my mood blue
I play and sing in front of the score made of coralline
I have my eyes open all the time
But before entering your castle of heart
you cannot see me
I step on light, strolling on bare foot
Along with me is
the passion of weeds in bubbles
the dream born from shell
and the youth decorated with colorful jellyfish
Wind opens my window
My pebbles are smooth and lubricious
I am rough north and tender south
Poplar trees and palm trees
dance one after another in the shadow of my wave
My toes are covered with white gown of surf
rustling on your sand beach
The words on my lips are drooping wine
I will not be aground but will care
if you accept me fervidly
or reject me coldly
I will lick your wound with music
I will bring salty alga
and golden bread of sunlight
rolling them out on your shining table
only expecting you, deep at heart
to feed my shoal with gentle moonlight