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