Waves
as I leave my marks
on the sand grinded by invisible teeth
I am followed submissively
by the force lying there underneath
do you know what amazing stories
the sea has told me last night?
of sea horses and drifting wood
and of death holding me tight
dancing madly in a waltz
of rippled lace, dragged back and forth
it gently caresses my ankles
slapping me suddenly from south and from north
roaring like an angry monster
that wants to engulf the whole modern time
embracing my being
in a moment where it belongs to nobody, but is all mine.
100 Words, Memyselfandela/Adela Galasiu 2015
Photos, Adela Galasiu, Isle of Wight, UK
Nocturne
I am a sea of love
Coming and going on my bare soul
Tides of thoughts washing
Day and night
My forever blue
Skyline.
25 words, memyselfandela, September 2014
Photo: Adela Galasiu, September 2014
Lonely souls
Lonely souls
beautiful
lost in the world
dancing above a sea of solitude
each one of them noble
each one of them shining like a diamond
each one more beautiful than rainbow itself.
Lonely souls
may the wigns of our thoughts guide us
through the storm called life
we are strong and all that matters is
that in the end WE ARE ONE.
In Blue
losing myself
in blue eyes
that plunge
the very essence of me
to unfathomable depths
of azure
hurled to highest stratosphere
a human rocket
launched by penetrating gaze
of cobalt light sky
surrendering to
blue eyes
where dark lashes dart
flit – soar – dance
as birds above whitecapped waves
on twin sapphire seas
© Gregory Alan Dunbar
me perdre
dans les yeux bleus
qui plongent
l’essence même de moi
aux profondeurs insondables
d’azur
lancé à la plus haute stratosphère
une fusée humaine
lancé par le regard pénétrant
de la lumière du ciel de cobalt
s’abandonner à
yeux bleus
où les cils noirs de fléchettes
flit – s’envoler – danse
comme les oiseaux au-dessus des vagues plafonee en blanc
sur les deux mers de saphir
bitter moon
my love
critically crashed from
burning heaven
bitter blue eyed moon
over my brittle soul
you were
Kiss
and then she kissed him
where the sea begins
his lips reviving hers
her soul crying
the last kiss, lost in a deep past
when she carried the night deep inside
when she did not see the end comming
when he did not think of oblivion
March days return with their covert light, Pablo Neruda
“March days return with their covert light,
and huge fish swim through the sky,
vague earthly vapours progress in secret,
things slip to silence one by one.
Through fortuity, at this crisis of errant skies,
you reunite the lives of the sea to that of fire,
grey lurchings of the ship of winter
to the form that love carved in the guitar.
O love, O rose soaked by mermaids and spume,
dancing flame that climbs the invisible stairway,
to waken the blood in insomnia’s labyrinth,
so that the waves can complete themselves in the sky,
the sea forget its cargoes and rages,
and the world fall into darkness’s nets. “
in blue
losing myself
in blue eyes
which plunge
the very essence of me
to unfathomable depths
of azure
hurled to highest stratosphere
a human rocket
launched by penetrating gaze
of cobalt light sky
surrendering to
blue eyes
where dark lashes dart
flit – soar – dance
as birds above white capped waves
on twin sapphire seas
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memyselfandela, 2012
Photo: Photobucket
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