And there we stood,
in silence
Holding our future,
tight in our arms
strange and alone
one next to the other
*
There, at the border
Of that second to let,
bathing in violet light
caught in the precious moment
of our hearts
one with the sea
*
On that high shore
we stood,
fighting our thirst
contemplating
our future death
in the fight of the waves
embracing the green feet
of the cliff
*

There we said it all
until our silence became a wall
and the cry in our voices became a cloud
and we flew like kites
with strings and rags
(offerings for the storm)
*
That storm was born for us
to wash us of ourselves
and of the shadows
falling in a rhythm
reminding me of hearts
chasing away seconds
and of imaginary herds of waves
drowning us
into the dusk.