every morning
I go to the shore
I say give me an answer or swallow me whole
under the ice
there are mysteries waiting
I don't want to stay
always
sleeping
I throw myself into the lake
in my dreams
there are ghosts in the water and silence too
when I wake up and open my arms
I find that my love is gone
my dear, what do you want more from this land?
you traveled centuries to get here
in this world of watches, bones and bread
and now Time belongs to you
like the green waves always returning...
without knowing how or why
the breath of your body
knows how to return