Mar 23, 2012

Your hair is fading because of the sun,
my queen of black and salt.

The shore broke away from the sea and followed you
like a shadow, like an unarmed snake.

Ghosts of the summer in decay pass,
the ships of my marine soul.

And my life is lightening,
under your green eye at afternoon,
grey like the earth at dusk.
Alas, I run and jump and pour.

Give me one more minute.
Gibe me one more second.
Give me one more leaf, a grain of sand.
Give me one more breeze, a wave.

Give me one more season, a year, some time.


Wishes

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