riding on the waves of time
I swim across this river of memories
and gulp down tonnes of water
to come to my senses and drown deeper
as I wade through the weeds of time
my arms entangled, my feet caught in webs
my hair a thick mass struck to my shoulders
as I try to break free from
the pull of shallow waters
I reach across that stream of flowers
and touch these swollen fingers
to feel your warmth, to sink in wine
drowned deeper I do not know
how to quench my deepest fears
shall I turn the tide of memories
upside down and dive further
shall I stay ashore and lie on the beach
face down and moorings dug
shall I come following you
and mark my footsteps all the way
for blood hunters to keep this trail
wet and fragrant reachable from skies above
but how do I cut short this path
and reach there within no time
for riding on the waves of time
I swim across this river of memories
and reach this island uninhabited
how do I caress myself
how do I tap my shoulder
where do I lay my head
to cry aloud
to throw a laughter
up in the sky
low with the tide
what do I do with my smiles
where do I throw my glance
and how do I keep us warm
during this endless winter…
