Tuesday, 8 December 2009


The garden overlooking the sea
The grassy pathway leading down to the road
Those sunsets, the clear evenings
Such long summers, the stretch of golden beach
Rock upon rock in the dazzling heat
Became as shadows on my childish soul

And I see again clearly the landscape of aloneness
It is like a cold knife touching my skin
But never pierced, I travelled far
And so far on now, I cannot look back and see
That small figure carving figures in the sand
Without the fingers of my hand clutching at the urban air

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