Poezja

The footmarks in the sand
shattered by the wave,
the dying paces
echoing quietly
through the wilderness of her tortured soul,
empty gaze into nothingness,
muffled voices
taken by the wind
into a different reality,
dried tears on the face of a child,
suppressed cry in the throat,
withered flowers
along the forgotten road,
wandering memories 
vanishing
through eternity.
Everything dies and disappears.
She also quietly fades away,
sinks,
fails to infinity. 

DRIFTING OFF LAGOS (NIGERIA), 11. XI 2009.