In This Sea

I would swim in the cup of this moon,
An ambient sea imaging around me,
Toll sighs clinging to my darkling skin,
The white wind neighing above this sea,

Returning to haunt me again and again.
The luminous flames of my distant past,
No! They would never leave me alone.
I listened to the soothing voice within them.

The bell of a wandering cow in winter
Like the moaning toll of a furrowing plough
Told me only this long story:
I am the sound and only soul in this sea.