Sea

Sea

A liquid and vitreous robe, a daemon, a dragon, a firefly,
a faint light in the horizon that never is.

A forgotten realm of beauty,
a fabric darned with foam.
A curve that is the straight path to death,
A source of life from where there is no return.

The place where the universe lies,
where the dimensions of the world reside and play,
A place where the sky falls and the stars rise,
A pedestal of marvel for intelligence,
A mock of truth,
An illusion of freedom
A dome of air and a magnetic field.

Such a marvelous place that permeates your chastity,
digging into you brain as a sand storm,
as its tiny grains tickles inside the skull,
resembling the "maracas" of insanity,
the rythm of time.


It's a thinker that never escapes from the beacon he owns as a crystal cage.

Lying below the surface, enlightened of wisdom, occluding himself by the surface,

that gloomy and solitary layer of fantasies,

drowned by his instincts of faith and reason.

That is the sea, a fire reflected on the sky as green,
as red, as yellow, as yourself,
lively active like the reefs below.
Like its sands. Plenty of life.

A creator of violence,
As well as harmony,
A modulator,

The ephemerides by excellence,
Who have helped and killed many souls,
Who lost many others,
Who helped to find some others...

Who took my soul and gave it back to me,
conducting me through its reel of inspired thoughts,
Induced by the current that flows below between us both,


Andrés