even the salt turns inward and falls through the sunlight

This is why there is no sadness. 

I lick your tears, 

your salt writes our names on my tongue,

our rings of salt mean forever.

Ashes cover nothing, sadness is not,

even the salt turns inward

and falls through the sunlight.

They say, oh, the salt, the sea,

but no, it is not that, not happiness,

not sadness.

Listen to it here.

 

[Jim Moore {1943- }, from 'In the New World', in Underground]