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.

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