Sea Body and Kisses by the wind

Ah!
Those little white pieces of the sea body, resting in the sand,
crushed under the footsteps of the ones in love, while kisses are gone by the wind.
And an image odd enough, to see the tranquility, the transience in this,
smells and whispers fade away, like the salt drops of the ocean voices drumming in my ears.
Cold and lonely it is not as i lay here with a dream in my lips and the taste of you in my tongue,
the promises of things that are yet to come and so is you. . .