Not a sign, not a murmur. Seagulls agitated, the tide is high.
Still waters, cloudy horizon. Magnificent sunset, inviting waters.
Do they know what’s coming? celebrating a feast to happen?
Birds of prey dancing for the rain, for high waves and broken masts?
Is it fear fuelling my imagination? What do I fear exactly?
The deep waters in front of me or solitude behind me?
A cold breeze drifted by, night is settling in. shall I go into the dark?
What if I don’t find your light, how will I find you?
What if I loose my way and capsize on a island from Homer’ book?
Will I take refuge under that Trojan horse, or in the Cyclops cave?
I shall ride the tide, let your heart light the sky, burn Carthage if you have
I won’t become food for those flying worms, I shall find you, hold you.
Something is floating there! It’s dark. Where are you my mate?