The Sun has its diamond tide

It spreads over my place on the beach

Of San Vicente de la Barquera

But sand has a pretty flaw:

She is here!

Now  she is moving so slowly

As a fragile arc in the Sandy places

So I spend a lot of time

Just looking at her body

Waves covering me all.

This Cantabrian Sea has many words

Sprouting all around

And I cannot hear a rest of silence

To contemplate the purple flower

That reminds me of the sea.

The Sun has its diamond tide

It comes down the Venus mountain

Reaching the morning of my heart:

Here at the bottom of her

IÕll find radiance, quiet and delight

But I have trouble

Seeing what there is to see about her.

The Sun has its diamond tide

But now

There is a rarified atomsphere

That fills the dark clouds

Up the last angled slopes of mountain.

Rain is coming, rain is coming

And she runs wild

With a tender tide pouring raining

Back and forth

Opening myself unto her

Seeing that She is about me.

Her lips are drawn

Her kindness is all lost

And her body is beyond the pale.

When the Sun has been lying on the sand

She, eating my words of Love

Beside her.

The Sun has its diamond tide again

It's a tender tide

That moves me within.

It is the tide of her

Sitting and dreaming

On the floor of the Rainbow!


© Daniel de Culla


Daniel de Culla is a writer, poet and photographer. He is a member of the Spanish Writers Association, Earthly Writers International Caucus, Poets of the World, (IA) International Authors, Surrealism Art, and other groups. He is director of the Gallo Tricolor Review and the Robespierre Review. He has participated in many festivals of poetry and of theater in Madrid, Burgos, Berlin, Minden, Hannover and Geneva.  He has exhibited in many galleries including Madrid, Burgos, London and Amsterdam. He moves between North Hollywood, Madrid and Burgos; e-mail: