Poezja

Late at night while darkness was everywhere
the horn of a ship bellowed far away
in a sad sound that hanged on the waves
 
and now in the early morning we walk
totally alone on Clifton’s beach,
find here and there beautiful shells,
 
see waves curl and break,
hear some seagulls screeching
while water splashes foaming over our feet
 
where like children we draw our names in hearts
on the wet sand and we notice
the ocean were it stretches into endlessness,
 
when the streaming water
washes away every sign of our presence,
as we splash and go laughing, teasing much deeper
 
and under the hot sun that hangs on a cobalt sky
we are lingering for long moments,
are caught in our own world
 
and I wonder how to make this moment last forever
as it’s almost matchless
when our lips do find each others
 
and you embrace me with your hair
blown wildly by the wind,
while the sun blinds us.