The sea is endless

The sea is endless and my dreams are mad.

The sea sings to the sun, lashing the cliffs,

And my flighty dreams taste only of the pleasure

Of dancing over the sea like drunken birds.

The vast motion of the waves carries them,

The breeze shakes and tumbles them in the folds;

Playing in the wake, they form an escort

To the ships my heart has followed in their flight.

Wild with air and salt and scalded by the foam

Of a sea that consoles and washes tears away,

They will know the ocean and its good bitterness;

Stray gulls will take them for their own.