19. Apr, 2018


Why not plunge into the emerald waters

of the untold stories of this place

where nostalgia and longing

for a sweet tomorrow cross,

where the present is a strand

full of small white shells

and pebbles licked into shape

by hungry waves.


Not far away, on the beach, an old man

speaks to a girl with almond-shaped eyes

as neat as a madonna's canopy in a vineyard

where old gods lurch in waiting,

only dozing off for a while.


Soon, dawn will come.

Soon, the old gods will wake up

and reclaim their summerlands.