Maris Lux

May the ocean be the floor where your feet can dance gracefully

I would give my every life under this skin, just to be granted a second by your side.

Unknown to the world was the Sun's fear, the clouds' strength to obstruct the light.

We both hid under dim lamps as the film twisted reality with fiction and tears.

Falling down the escalator, we chose today over tomorrow, right at the midpoint of a newborn week.

Your soil was the option, as the gentle sea awaited for your eyes to move its waves and raise their crests.

And so we went, chasing islands with our gaze, memorizing every verse of the songs played in the background.

Minutes went by as we found the right spot.

A soothing breeze recognized you from afar, uttering a welcome word for your wavy hair, your careful ears.

Temptations awaited for your feet to touch the sand, to splash the Arctic water that came and went...

You took his hand.

The ocean took you and then stood still for you to walk on it.

There was no music but roaring waves to which you started dancing.

He saw you floating on thin air.

As you came back to the shore, the salted current threatened the steady steps.

You drew on the sand.

A whip of the Pacific bound you ankles with a freezing touch.

Hovering on your bare feet, the first evening second came by.

How did you manage to walk over the waves?

Whatever reason you had, make it your own not for the rest of the world to know.

Let it be your secret, Light of the Sea.

For you, sweet author of grace and beauty