Conversation Balnéaire

I INDICATE the evening sea. I say,
This endless silence edged with unending sound!
I say, This colorless where colors sway
and swim like lustre in a pearl, this drowned
moonshine, this shallow of translucent air,
this bubble that the winds break, the clouds change,
this smooth, this vague, this sea!
You merely stare.
You turn your face to me. You say, It’s strange,
unreal almost. I don’t know what they mean, these waves, this water. If I shut my eyes
it’s gone — like that — as though I’d never seen the sea at all.
And I, But realize
how many more have looked on it as we, lovers.
Your eyes change. You say, The sea!