On The River Sand
Distant green eyes view at snowy peaks.
On the candlelight, a deeply buried pain opens.
The words scattered across the face merge.
Open hearts in nirvana swim.
I paint the silence wisdom with a pencil
on the birch bark as it rains.
Your laughter with crystalline echo
has been haunting my soul for years.
Alone, you walk barefoot over the river sandbar.
The whiteness of your breasts is opium for green whirlpools.
Drops of summer rain
make you a million curls
that cover smooth shoulders.
I touch you by words.
My feet are trapped in the golden sand.
You're on the other side of the river
staring at the fruits of life.
You talk to me about a big life secret
which the murmur of waves is taking away
down the water, between the rocks.
Copyright © Maximilian G. Wolf | Year Posted 2022