Singing with the Waves
Sun takes moon along
my veins, sun is ready to say
goodbye, moon knocks on the door.
My heart lurches across
the distance towards you. Passion of sea
is coming through my nose, but no
we don’t need snow to have a white Christmas.
Stuck between sun and moon, I am
waiting for the water.
Sea invites me more
than anybody, sunset will last
forever. Trees, sand, moon will also last forever
will not be. Dreams
of seas start travelling
to mountains. We are playing
in the sand just nearby our room. Inside
the mountain, there are molten promises. You
can find small sea inside
the shell. You can also find
your own soul, as I look into my shadow
rippling through bubbles. When
bubbles break down, we will
be no more.
Rose petal on the sea, my offering
to you. It will shine
in the darkness
of our poems.