Poezja

When glacier recedes, 
Your eyes start flowing, 
and by the swollen river 
an island is swallowed up. 
 
You swim from the lake to the shore 
of grief to err again. 
Water was your home, 
water is your life. 
 
Soft marble swells up in deep crevices 
of brain, shaking the foundation of 
thoughts, naked as it is. 
 
The fog sleeps on the sea for eternity. 
The wrath of sky will burn the skeletons 
buried in sand. 
Summer will bring the violence. 
 
You cry for forgotten greens, 
and kelp and sailing ships 
full of hops. 
When the hymn recedes, 
your eyes start flowing.