white foam, dancing on the top of waves
splashes of water on my skin
warm sand, softly caressing
my salty toes
before me, the sea of memories
kisses and passion, long gone
there’s an old rock by the ocean
haunted by ancient ghosts and devils
mourning their losses, the passing of time
befalling all living creatures strolling by
with mortal longings in their hearts
after the fog’s clearing, my soul lightens up and
wide like the ocean it melts with the horizon
forming a wish with invisible lips,
a heretic prayer to reach you
while I’m bound
to this island
beyond all limits of the sky
in the realm of the unseen
my soul meets yours to share:
THE WOE OF BEING
[isle of wight, july 2012]