if the Adriatics

If I would be the Adriatics,

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

I would let your sun follow my heels, 

from a distance. 

caress your toes and 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 baobab tree that  survives eternal questions of the soul. 

Am I here to stay? 

Where am I going? 

Will I leave 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, maybe more like a baobab tree to live one day at a time.