A sun suspended. A hand to rescue or lose me? I don’t know. I would give anything for the joy of a slow journey at sea with you. To see everything that starts from tomorrow. All this to say, my lover... What? Nothing, a bit of everything for sure. That I convulsive thunderstorms. That I waves. That blessed, somewhere in the blue, I feel the grip of your invisible hand.
My slow and aching descent into the night. Bewitched. Trapped. All this in a dream where I’m hunting shadows. Despite myself, in my own gloom. Despite the world, becoming the Night, cradle of stars.
Where are you? Somewhere where I cannot set foot. It’s not for lack of dancing. In this long ice to love you. As if you were a child. Joy of forgiveness in the heart. My bandaged heart imagines you blue. Blue as thin ice. And we move towards the sea with a disorderly sun. Without past, to leave everything behind. Nothing else to keep on looking. Or everything.
Reflected silence on the side of a distant world. Where angst becomes intangible, obsolete. To make of our lives a way without words. In dizziness to leave everything aside. In the sand, forgotten, all things proud and vain. Both of us in the horizon, ready to drift. Both of us in time, gently to let the sea take us.
words and image ©Marie Veronika Zorn
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