To breathe in, to sing , to long

Have you seen dark, fresh as winter melon?
Arranged inside the water, sand and stones
And the seaweeds rhythmically
When breeze filters in through the cloud
Moist with moments of shower
And the distant dark, impregnated
In the solitude of green land
Whispers from inside
Fragrance flowing from and outside
Preparing? And miles after miles
As calm as soul of dark ocean
See the mirror melting and shivering?
Have you seen not yet…
The old man going inside
The child spread out with branches
His eyes astonished and erupt in green
And the seaweeds rhythmically
Like a song sometimes
Forgets and sings the tension merrily
And sometimes like horses, black and white
Nearer to the galloping cold wind
Do you want to know thus dark?
How they play inside the solid dream?