Clarinet at sea

It's been a long time since I've heard her voice.

And now I'm here again it shows that I've been mistaken.

She has no voice, the sea.

She is silent like a mother is wonder-struck when

she looks at the soothing eyes of her newborn child.

Maybe the sea has been waiting for this moment:

that I'm ready to grasp, this silence.

Because love always starts this way? Bright, cautious.

Like waking water flows over the warm sands,

wise wind blows across the barren dunes.