The Broken Tides

I walked on shores unstilled
as creatures slept around me.
Clear glances led me on
to whisper broken tides;
yonder seas got tossed
in moments of content and song.

For every breath I let out,
a leaf in the grove discloses
some dusk derived in
seas of azure converse.
The air runs thick
with possibilities left,
that softly caress the breast
of the world.

For there is a chance to feel
the turning of spring over waves
where nature keeps pursuing
to play about
a siesta of bright fables.

• Gabriela Mistral