Short Philosophysea Poems

I Tried

or I was born such
(or probably both)
between the sea to stay
more left of the light
(the less of the two).
I tried
the words not to hurt,
but not to rejoice excessively.
To move
without moving away
(the cross-sail of sailing craft).
To be a dream for someone dreamt up.
You can’t stay
between the sea and
sea