Star

Well, so I never went back,
I no longer suffer
From not going back, the sand had willed it,
All things are resolved by the sand -
And the lightening and thunder.
And as part wave and part channel,
syllable of salt, jewel of water,
I, sovereign and solitary, slave of the coast,
surrendered, chained to my rock.
There is no freedom anymore for us,
who are fragments of the mystery,
there is no way out for returning
to oneself, to the stone of oneself,
no other perduring stars remain now...except the sea.