To touch, I am reaching out my hand,
this wild, eternal dance to understand.
My head is being enchanted, fascinated
and my eyes gently, slowly are fading.
Sitting on the sands within the softness,
the dunes around me whispering a song.
Long, quiet and endless such as happiness,
and my soul wants it to last forever, lifelong!
Lapping ahead – breathing
Perfume is gently spreading.
I’m breathing, but I can’t breathe!
The aroma is there, but I can’t reach.
My eyes – closed I want them to be,
My ears – listening to the lapping again
To see, to feel and to speak – all is free,
to bind fast my soul with a chain.
Grab me and never let me go, listen-
my voice, this is a shout though I whisper.
With seashells and sand, you dress me-
to touch the waves and the sea to bless me.
more by DIMITAR DIMITROV
photograph by Matthew Szwedowski
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