I am here

Ashore you are receiving those which the summer’s night force you
Some blanking star’s lights
Besides the strand you can feel that you are immeasurable land
Being able to ask anybody the informations through the distance
You throw down the stones which I hand-pick into the water
Your footing’s fitful wavelet are my frequent answers for you
I expect that you can see what I see you
And I expect that you pretermit days,nights and reasons
Forgetting your coming and gone
Besides the strand you don’t look through the immeasurable dark sky fully
I am here,I am your creator
Is yourself,too