Friday, March 21, 2014

Time sleeps on beach


Where the wind spreads deep scent of salt,
sea's roaring song embrace the soaked instant.
Water kisses my spirit through my skin and spouts
a pure and blue poem about gods and sirens.

Nature brings to naught any sense of emptiness.
The waves soul burns up shining like a live coal;
trodden velvet's sand, beating heart of Earth,
 warm shudder of love from my ancient mother. 

Brother of the woods, I enjoy the green light
from the well-turned trees, standing on the shelving.
They dance with the soft cadence of the breeze,
whispering to stones amorous compliments.

Time sleeps on beach while the life is growing... 

Jeremias Soler
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