Nocturnal Farewells of Ships(For the Black Sea)

I left like the last tourist in late September and threw a back-pack of memories over my shoulders cherished in a fist size jewelry box given to me by a dear friend. But left my heart buried under a lonely beach umbrella abandoned by other tourists like me who left only a trace of ashes from a pack of cigarets. An image of you got caught in my eye like a grain of sand caught in an oyster. That's how a pearl is born. An image of ships searching for suitable sands to anchor. And your late afternoon waves like white empty hammocks missed their siesta fading into the horizon like drifters without a map. With a blink of an eye I tried to crush you but you formed harder and harder under my eyelids. Embedded in my mind mother of pearl. Then Winter melted from Spring's worm touch and turned into cherry blossoms plucked by winds.