Skip to main content

its message

I get dressed for the ocassion
trying to  compete with its immense  gown

I wish I could understand it
like a wild lover he caresses  the stones with its  eternal rocking
he breakes them  with its  loving arms

fascinated I think about its message
I remain quiet listening   to the waves in the solitude of the morning


Popular posts from this blog

your voice

your voice like a lightning
burning my desire
put a seed in my soul
and  turn it  into love


a   clear silence
is  waving in the wind