the sea witnessed two lovers
made deaf by the questions the confused wind asked them.
looking in each others eyes they stood,
touched and overwhelmed every now and then
by the passionate waves surging to tell them,
and then withdrawing silently and gently,
leaving them on their own.

the setting sun caused anxieties,
threatening and promising at one and the same time.
they anticipated a night full of love and starry dreams,
and feared getting lost in a night dark and lonesome.
in a moment they had each other
and in another lost sense of why they were there.

a cruel or benevolent fate looked at them
stand there helpless, like two wet little birds
unable to fly, unable to dry.

he saw the love in her eyes, she saw it in his.
never for once did they find it inside.
like a yet uncut diamond it laid there somewhere and gathered dust.

they talked and listened,
they laughed and cried,
ignoring and doubting perpetually the treasure they had.

it laid there in the sands.
and one day was washed away.


the sun set the eyes lost contact and the night came.

i still see them on the beach looking among pebbles upon the shore, searching for something.
they act as if they don't know each other, still wet but without each other.
i still think if the uncut diamond was meant for them..
but one thing is for sure - for once it was theirs to be had.

they are still confused, the wind still asks them questions, and they still have no answers.

those who can love can also forgive and forget. and those who can forgive and forget can never turn to stone. i want to be a stone.. but i don't want to stop loving.

being...

drown in the green sea of formlessness.
darken the presence of light.
close my eyes.
close to being dead.
in my death alive.

consciousness fades away,
and every pore on my body gains it.
it becomes alive and desires.
unstoppable as an object i finally
become a subject.
untouched by thoughts, fearless.
like a beast in an act of hunt.

an element of desire and destruction,
of birth, and of decay,
both unpleasant and unacceptable.

pointless the struggle is to wrench meanings out.

consume and forget.
desire and get.