Departure

A rock on the beach,

cold lava of unspoken questions,

only summer rain can move me,

like heavy chains dragging my body

in a betrothal with the ocean.

 

Ships floating on ice,

your hands left me ashore,

swaying the whole sea on my arms cradle.

 

Amid stones and seagull wings

I feel unable to return to myself,

where tears are constantly trembling

over my icy smile.