The Emerald Sea of Deep Woe

In the opaque mist of the fading night you disappeared so early before time, I didn’t know why. My squally sky fell in torrents of sorrow, filled to the brim with my melted heart the bottomless abyss you left. The wailing olive tears flowed there, made an emerald sea in me. In the middle of the unfinished journey you departed so soon before the sunrise, I didn’t know why. On the still shore of the sea of sorrow I now stand alone in the twilight hours, see the layers of grief fall with nostalgic night on the heaving waves breaking the sea. From the somber sunset horizon your distant call I hear to sail across the sea, I don’t know how. From the aquamarine depths of the serene soul a voice resonates in the sound of silence : Wait, the boatman will come on time. I’m now waiting to see you on the other side of the sea. September 21, 2018