Nothing More In the Waters

You're gone, my love Carried by the current Slowly drifting, Until the extinction of the day. I could not see in the wave Any mark of your body, But just the clouds, embroidered with gold, In reflections, gliding on the deep water. Would you be a new Ophelia? From the mud would rise bubbles, Amount towards dusk, The distant shores of oblivion ... RC - octob 2015