Waiting Peacefully
not listening to the lament of
the sea
searching for the infinite depth of
the misty blue eyes
golden strands dancing
on the whitish wind
we stretched
under the happy sky
white sand turning grey
what day is it?
on the edge of words
where silence disappears
pounding black piano keys
palpating the notes of the heart
perforating the window to the soul
she says
it is good Friday
my eyes were blind
then
pierced by the unseen thorns
of the night
violent fires of passion
erupts
in every conceivable
atom
we kissed, good night
like cold fishes
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