The side of the remote beach
Is so far away…
Almost like painting on the old canvas..
The sky is open to a few stars,
Their light is something that links to unknown..
Yellow and dark blue are mingled together
Giving glittering shine to the frozen water..
It is a time between night and another night,
But no one is there to see..
Strange sound comes and goes
Making stones fall asleep..
Magnetic crepuscular seems to be endless..
Starving for magic,
Amulets of wizards and rings of transparent witches awaiting the finger
To be put on and render the power of imagination..
Crushing stones leak ahead of waves
Though it is a storm no one can perceive..
But painting stills in the night of moon shed
That appears through the blind eye
Of possible disappearance..
Strange creatures, we have to make ourselves animals,
Yet, calculation comes across
And stiffs the mind of us – casual parasites…
Wave by wave,
Stone by stone – the light of mesmerizing shine
Hits the shore of the dark land
Where the Moon of thousands candle lights
Swims ahead to the future of nothing..
Shadows of lost imagination