Dust blown into my eyes…
Sand grains perhaps.
Particles from the shore
Of a high-tide beach
Spewed to my face.
It’s dark. No pathway
Of the wind could be seen.
Only the sky boasting its constellations-
Sea breeze sideswiping the chills.
Where is everybody? Not a soul
Present as I wipe the flickers
Off my eyes. Haven’t seen much
Tourists complimenting leisure
Of a nightly swim. Cold, salty
Waters rage against the barriers
With no time to look back
At sandcastles concealed by a moon
So pale of its reflection.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem