The shore before time

Been seeking into the burning sands

for your footprint trace,
Wondering around the shore
trying to find your unshaped figure,
into the clear waters for your sight I’ve looked
as within a glimpse of a flashing thought
seemed like I came together with your soul
on those wonders of a coast…
It was like an end of summer
and the time aimlessly passed into the sky
far away, into the shiny clouds
the waves were pulling back slowly,
putting themselves to a rest
even the seahorses and the fish
were patting your knees
seagulls into a perfect circle have twirled
the sea itself would verklempt
checking on us through the jellyfish’s eyes
As stepping on that shore,
I’ve reached the end
Where only the roar of the sea would keep us company
and only our steps
were etched into the sands,
among the root tiwist
of the elder trees,
through the clamorous shells
of slugs and clams…
Into those savors,
of rotten timber, salty water and algal,
we were as happy as one can be –
happier that the aqua
happier than the breeze
happier than the loam itself,
which once
-as into the magic of entelechy-
our spirits were cloaked
such that face and shape they would get
Dicționar român-englez, englez-român, Emilia Neculai
English for everyone, Lidia Vianu