What Is Coming

Black clouds rain fire-bearing spears upon the earth, the hammer of the sky's lightning pounds upon the shore. My waves have gone mad wailing they whirl, with no way of rescue, around themselves. Like all storms this storm too will come to an end. The shore will be brimming full of white seashells, small and large. My mermaid from the prison of the cave comes out: she sits on the skiff of water she laughs in the arms of the air. The sky with bright and clear eyes will gaze upon my mermaid's dance. A hammer of lightning pounds upon my shoulder. More stubbornly I press myself to the rock to the breast of love in my heart I say: the future...