Letting Go
Letting go is like raising the anchor and watching the boat float away in the foggy distances of time lost Listening to the whistling wind on a soundless night you sit still on the shore with your head in your hands and your eyes aghast And I sail on the glistening surface sliding like a cold wave out of sight In the silence I wait without hope or despair just trusting in the sunrise tomorrow 21 August 2014, To A.