Pulling the wind as it calls out to me,
fleeting this loneliness, falling and the deck wild nights,
mildness and the water under around me, you shout with the mask
under the moon full the sail the rise of the boat
as it falls there around me, you stand by the storm
which I both have called being thus like you, so I am.
As you search for the earth as I reach out my hand
many come to me and of me whom few see but I am.
The enemy was never the sea
and the enemy the sea is this one single place where I am safe as the rocks on the shore all around you.
I fight always and fighting must I die,
the fear the unhealing scar of my chest is your heart beats the sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem