Drawing on paper (A3) in ink gel pen, gold tempera, color pencil.
The sand of the hourglass turns into tears
Inside a space
Where Time slowly evaporates.
I sit here and the sand of the shore is fading around me
The beach is turning into a river under my feet.
I jump from my vantage point
Of the dark, rugged rock,
Splashing the mix of sands and water.
The Sea has already turned into mist
And Time has died with the last cry of the seagulls.
One word, two words
Like rows of pearls.
Ideas, ideals entwining,
A smile, a laughter
Some serious talk.
In poetry lines.
How come that we know each other so well?
When did our words turn feelings in streams?
Why is this happening ?
I did not ask for it!
Resistance is futile.
Mist colored moss invades my branches, hanging from above in veils of despair…
The frozen sap of love, crystallized in my inner circles,
Is painfully stretching the walls of my soul…
In the night of the Blood Moon, the light is a dagger and the ocean bleeds out with each and every wave…
The hour-glass breaks under the weight of Time, the bits of moments scattering in noisy roll…
The shards of the echoes are tearing apart the fabric of my soul and I slowly die in the agony of loss…
Inside the crimson thud of my broken heart the grain of hope peacefully sleeps.
The tide of Time has left me ashore.
On the blazing white sands I am withering in the pouring light.
My contours are fading.
Love is rushing through me like sap in a tree.
As I slowly dissolve, fine particles of glow permeating my drifting bits, love spreads in rivulets, seeping between the rounded grains of nacreous sands.
The memory of what I once was is floating above the eternal sea.
A wave is rising high, washing me inside.
Diluted in her gently rocking body, I become the sea.
Night falls over the world and the Universe is reborn on the canvas of the sky.
The love soaked shores are scintillating under the stars.
Waves are constantly moving back and forth, surging, receding as their rasp is turning into a soft lullaby.
Devoid of my substance, I turn into emotions.
I am thirst, I am yearning, I am loss…..