holding a thought
tight in its beak
tireless, the albatros flies
over the whitecapped wavy field
into the plains of luminous height
tempted to rest on fleeting isles
drifting as dreamy messengers
between two anywheres
the blue became our home
this almost shoreless state
— maybe as well
you think of me.
(for D.)
4 comments:
such beauty, dear Martin. hopefully you find peace and light in the course of your days wherever you are.
Thank you, dear Yelena. Of course I went through some black holes but meanwhile it's just a normal sadness.
How are you? You seem quite well according to your blog and Twitter.
i'm ok, my friend. sending you warm thoughts and lighting a candle for your well-being this evening~~
I'm happy to hear that : ) May spring send you the warmth of soft light and everything that delights you.
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