I say goodbye
To this footpath
Unto the open sea
It is my home
For a few days
Where hours were spent
In pure tranquility
When silence is interrupted
When your granddaughter
Starts cooing your name
Once more
She treads on the white beach
Looking for tiny little creatures
Between sand and sea
When she smiles
I can see my vanished youth
At its purest
When I hold her hands
As she gazes at tropical flowers
By the poolside
I wonder how I looked like
When I was her age
I remember
Being caught by lunar eclipse
By the sea
When the afternoon sun
Suddenly turned dark
And it felt bizarre
As I looked for edible sea shells
At low tide
I’ve always liked
Scenes from the open sea
You remember
The cemetery by the sea
And the islets hither and yon
When the little rocks
Add to the sea landscape
Before high tide
It is time
To go back
To the open sea
I always say this
That the ocean
Will remain the grand repository
Of my life
Such as it is
Because I was born
In a village by the sea
The sea is quiet
Almost like a lake
I can see
From the transparent ocean
The strange labyrinth
Of life
Where you came from
It will turn mysterious
As darkness covers
The little island
There is a hint
Of sudden closure
Of lives lived
With memories
Of sudden eclipse
Of desire
The sea
Is vanished time
And lambent grave
Of distant memory
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