The sands
Candles seas
sands frayed
slow hourglasses
Fleeting time
Salt and water capita.
Slow walks with berries
These sonnets to qu'enclôt a kiss
At a time when the birds are asleep
At the edge of a strange sea
Cradled of old songs
Where initiate the angels
I see a halo Bay freshness and clarity
Diffuse, by the time morning
Pray depth the individual to be
Speed and light
Oh mirror oh mirror of abyss
Shows the way to the passing of summer irésolu slow.