Find the space tinted with purple
where the clouds and the ocean meet -
I will meet you there.
I have divided the ocean into
equal partitions, each of them
to be given to you, in return for
the number of kisses you gave.
I have filtered the salt from the salty sea
with the hope of building a
saltcastle out of it.
(Sandcastles have already become cliches.)
Lastly, let me sing you a song,
plucking with my sea spray guitar.
The sound of the ocean is not only in seashells -
learn how to listen, not how to hear.