On the Strand

Dusk falls like tattered

white silk on the sea.

The waves chatter like silly

little girls let out of school

in their lustrous frilly

green silk dresses.

The clouds, solemn travelers,

band together to make the next storm.

The background is really too dark

for this English watercolour.

The little waves

don't know where to go anymore,

because here is the wicked shower

blowing their frilly skirts away

and frightening the green silk.

But the all-compassionate moon

comes to calm the gray quarrel.

She slowly caresses her little friends,

and they offer themselves, like loving lips,

to her warm white kiss.

Nothing more...

nothing but the delayed bells of floating churches,

Angelus of the waves,

pacified white silk.