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.
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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