Supernatural

Fairy dust sand
Clouds of white in slight breeze,
Sprouting from nothingness tails of islands,

the sun yawning at dawn,
gleams of crystals that you see without looking
between grains of shells eaten yesterday

furrowing between birds, enjoy
flying without parachutes, drizzle 
of summer days, trickling without touching feet
walking above the sea

dolphins that speak of laughing between familiar
dances, soaked from spooning the sun

Teach me the magic of traveling in swim,
of life drinking the salt of your surge
between see-you-laters each night
reappearing....