the very edge where nothing at all needs saying

[Gabrielle Dean]

Here I came to the very edge
where nothing at all needs saying,
everything is absorbed through weather and the sea,
and the moon swam back.
its rays all silvered,
and time and time again, the darkness would be broken
by the crash of a wave,
and every day on the balcony of the sea,
wings open, fire is born,
and everything is blue again like morning.

 Pablo Neruda

Really need one of Simone’s wonderful photos for this lovely poem.