on the blue shore of silence

[enterre_vivant]

"Here I came to the very edge
where nothing at all needs saying,
everything is absorbed thorough weather and the sea,
and the moon swam back,
its rays all silvered,
and time and again the darkness would be broken
by the crash of a wave,
and every day on the balcony of the sea,
wings open, fire is born,
and everything is blue agian like morning."

- pablo neruda (1904-1973)