Adriatics and you

If I would be the Adriatics,

I would run in your arms and would spill my waves in your heart. 

I would let your sun follow my heels, 

never from a distance. 

I would caress your toes and would play in the dark with your hair, with your light, but especially with your shadows. 

I would laugh and my waves would make your smile stay for longer and in the earth your spirit would grow a baboine tree that would survive manhood eternal questions. Am I here to stay? Where am I going? Am I doing enough to live a mark in the ground?

Maybe the only reason is just to be.  Sometimes in more than one way. Sometimes to be like the sea, or like the sun? no, like a baboine tree to live one day at a time.