I seized your vibration again
the one that was blown by the steppe wind
and slipped through the window pane of this old motel room
the dusk has just been over
a yellow light in the horizon and the wind whispers softly in this little bay
Your ghost will never be gone
waiting for me in the plain
and in the note I wrote in the breakfast table this morning
about our never ending wondrous journey
to see the side of wisdom, the world and the meaning of it
The meaning of a moment when we ran across the lonely field
and tied up the banana bark together, and turn it into a canoe
that drifted us to the secret of the night,
the secret that only you and I know
our secret
…days gone by
when the wave slowly leaving the shore
I found some of my words still written in the sand
when I read it
suddenly our shoulder touch and we gaze
I know in that moment
among the seagull’s laughter in the sky
my love that was immersed into the wet sand
will be arrested by your embrace in the waiting room
