Nostalgia

beach poem

Poem

 

My eyes are always searching,
see again this endless blue.
Was it real, was this dream true?

My fingers want to touch again-
warm and golden sand,
Feel it’s pulse, rhythm, life.

My ears are desperately longing-
hear the sound of the waves and
seagull’s cry in the sunny morning!

My lips desire, they breathe alone!
Two lonely rocks amid the vastness,
destined, cursed, lifeless stones.

Life is not colorful grey,
from the beach I cherish!
from the sea I love, far from
eaves under I used to pray…

Far from you, far away from you

 

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photograph by Eric Garcia

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