No more shall I seek my image in your eyes
Nor glide through your imagination in swallow’s flight
Or trace your thoughts into distant dunes
Or delve into the mysteries of your waxed skin.
Never to find repose under the cypresses of your land
I will content myself in dreaming at the shore
Meting out my life in ocean waves.
And if ever a man wants a glimpse at my soul
Let him remove his shoes and walk upon the sand
And listen to the sound of singing shells.