Marina

She comes
she doesn't stop
splitting the day, breaking the sea

everything feels new
her keel jumps the coral wall

She comes
her white sail
beating to the wind her heart
she knows
that no one expects
that no one awaits the flight of her voice

and the nets in the salt vanish
the rhythm of the tide has already grown
let's
board the dream,
raise the flight,
take the helm
because one day
perhaps very soon
your blood will return
behind the sun

passes
heading west
swollen with algae, asking for more.
flies
over her wake
and leaves the trail with a smell of the sea

stays
and remains
it's in your breath, it's in your skin
returns
my dream always
with the seagulls of dawn.

and the nets in the salt vanish...