To the sea


at some time I have tried to fathom
your secret, but you took your salt
and carried the sounds away
in your waves it read:
no trespassing

I made futile attempts to put the
days into music
but 
even the rain passed me by casually
and with centuries of dust over my footsteps
I stayed in the sad atmosphere of old
prayers and worked somewhat confused
on a fairytale named peace

I let myself to be seduced 
and went inland with the voices 
but there were more things than a dreamer 
shall ever see 
and too many roads 
underway

and so I write the sea 
towards you
and even If you're too old
to be addressed with new words
I still ask you
drown out my thoughts
set foot upon my shore
and shut me up