SONGS OF THE WAVE
The shore and I are lovers, drawn together by desire and pulled apart by the wind. I come from beyond the blue dusk to mix the silver of my foam with the gold of his sand. I cool the heat of his heart with my mouth. At dawn I recite the law of passion into the ears of my lover, and he gathers me to his breast. In the evening I chant the prayer of longing, and he draws near.
I am importunate and uneasy; my lover is a patient comrade, a faithful friend.
As I rise, I embrace my lover. When the ebb follows, I throw myself upon his feet.
How often have I danced about the daughters of the sea when they rose from the depths and sat upon the rocks to delight in the sight of the stars? How often have I heard the lover lament his passion for a lovely girl, and with him I have moaned and sighed? How often have I caroused with the rocks, though they are solid? Laughing I caressed them, yet they did not smile. How often have I rescued bodies from the chasms of the sea and carried them to the living? How often have I stolen pearls from the depths and given them to beautiful women?
In the silence of the night, when the phantoms of sleep have embraced all creatures, I watch, sometimes chanting, sometimes whispering. Woe is me, for watching by night has laid me waste. But I am a lover, and the essence of love is wakefulness.
This is my life, and that which is my life I must do.
~ Kahlil Gibran
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