When I saunter along your sandy surroundings

And I see the seagull flying
gracefully safe over your extensive surface
cutting capers in the wind
The wind formed by the power of your seethe
meeting me half way in a tender touch

And I hear the laughter of people playing
running to meet your waves
Your waves that playfully cover them
just for a while….a little while…
and then release again

And I see the fishermen sailing out in a pleasant mood
expectantly moving to the horizon...

And I hear the whisper of the wind…
Melting together with the sound of your waves…

Your waters that we need
Your waters that keep us alive!

I cannot imagine
the danger that is hidden behind
I cannot fear
the darkness of your depth
that ruthlessly swallows everything
Every soul that crosses your path
in unfortunate coincidences.
Again and again
At all time

These souls…
I don’t hear their laughter
Neither do I see their movements
no more
Far away is their existence.
laid up in your seabed
covered by your waters
and steadily cherished by your embrace
our beloved souls
Only their memories
live on

Deep blue…
If you could speak…you should’ve warned them
If you had arms… you should’ve laid them ashore
If you had legs …you should’ve replaced yourself
If you had a mind …you should’ve considered

…I suppose