i'm confessin'

Nothing is more beautiful

than talking to the sea.

You start to talk to it

irrelevant stuff, telling a few

simple stories,

as if it might mean something.

The sea doesn't stop you.

It's listening to you.

Even gives you that feeling,

encouraging you to confess

while it morphs your soul

in harmonious healing waves.

Involved in a dialogue

with an imaginary presence,

your status quo, instantly,

ends up rolling back and forth.

Till you see the change, a smile

already populates your face.

It's no wonder why

the play of the lips, the frisson,

the elegant acceptance,

the conversation scene,

coexist in a lush blue realm

at open-minded degree.