It was two hours earlier than my usual wake time; I found my eyes open with no reason although I hadn't enough sleep that night. I got up, made some coffee, and went to the balcony where I sat on my chair I am used to and opened the novel I read. I enjoyed the morning aroma, watched the fog elapsed with every line I read, switched on the radio although I didn't care much about what was said or sung because I was sunk inside the words in the papers in my hand, and suddenly there was a song I don't even remember what it was called but what I remember is the feeling I got that moment I heard it; I felt as I was standing right in front of the sea, where I could hear someone invisible calling me to play. Somehow I felt the words flowing up so I dropped the book, ran to a paper and wrote these words. Eventually, I realized that I wrote my first poem. what makes me confused is that neither the novel nor the song I heard were talking about sea or water but some how they found a way to me:
Off my wind all along the shore of my sea,
Would you please send to the gulls my greets,
My fellow, take it slow to get used to cold,
Let my feet reach the sea and toes to be washed by dream miaowed,
Blow me away to hear the gulls' flutters and back to see the surface colors,
Send me down to race wing fish and up to celebrate our friendship,
Friend, I know you don't get tired but let me take a rest while the sun shines.
Sound of breath comes in and out, but my spirit couldn't help,
So I will jump, run, and dance around while you can take around.
Off to Childhood Island to visit its green and inform if you found any of our memories,
Send me your far waves and race them to where I could catch you,
Off to where we belong, to the South Seas and warm sand white sand,
And wherever we will go, there is a thing to know,
Our friendship memories will always stay in the sea waiting for your sojourn.