joy

Yes, I do feel good

the moon is high and the tide is to come
I hide my clam into the yellow the sand

and start the ride on the seahorse, from far behind

my eyes are blinking bright and straight
there is plenty of joy in the shameless laughter

that rises above the tourquoise waves
-- and the beard is heavily growing 
on the face of Neptunus
who rises and rises high up above us---

me and my dear seahorse
yes, we continue riding

not caring where our ride is to end
anywhere is good
somewhere as well, too