The Letter 📝💌
I wish you'd been caught in a rain at the Baltic.
The lines of it falling are greatly enchanting.
At night in July it's entirely magic.
The wave, that is pleasant to touch with your fingers.
The sand, that is covered with stones in a real mess.
The scenery, not changing here for years.
I wish we had taken the train yet one more time,
That crosses this time zone, with having it passed by
Towards what is shown by the compas leg of mine.
I wish that the window had mirrored the party
Above all along changing views in a hurry.
I wish we had waken one morning still hugging.
Late-night waking,
Over all of the commas have reached the full stop - True ending.
Adress, mailing...
Do not worry, it will be the very last verse that I'm sending.
Silence, sounds
Seldom bother me during a tenebrous hour.
Letters round,
So I write, never making you take in account.
Thinking, rhyming...
Here they stay: the night glimmer and sound and yet nothing.
Dights are fading.
Made a call just to hear the voice from the handset.
Frozen Horseman
On the bank of the high and capricious river.
Fringes, corners...
I'm in love, though I don't need no mutual feeling.
