Once a wave grows too steep, it breaks.
Once the Sun touches the sea, it bleeds.
Once the stars walk in, the Moon is
In the ripples and scars of sand.
Once the Earth gets asleep, Pushkin, Da Vinci, Liszt
measure the symmetries of the Sea
with the rhyme, ratio and the rhythm,
until the Sun is awoken again
by Him or Her, or them,
who carries the heavenly bodies
around us – in grand circles,
who causes them to shine by their own light.