My Love of the Seas
Here I love you, the seas so calm.
In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.
The moon glows like phosphorus on the still waters.
Seasons, all of a different kind, go chasing each other.
The snow unfurls on the shores like dancing figures.
A silver gull soars down from the skies,
sometimes like a sail open and graceful…
Sailing high, high up to the skies.
Oh the black cross of a ship.
Alone, sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet.
Far away the Sea sounds, and resounds.
In the far distance, a port off the still waters.
Here I love you, the horizon hides you in vain.
Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels,
they cross the sea towards no arrival.
I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.
The piers sadden when the afternoon moores there.
My life grows tired, hungry with no purpose.
I love what I do not have.
My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights,
the night comes and the stars sing to me.
The moon turns it's clockwork dreams.
The biggest stars look at me with your eyes,
as the pines in the wind want to sing your name,
with their leaves of wire.
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