Longing Poem by Elena Tsonkova

Speechless moon.
The eyes, embraced, are whispering -
The lips are silent.

Hush!

Don't wake the night up.
There's no rush-
No need to hurry.

Let the rising sea inhale
the bare-foot naked sand
then wash away
all shadow of mundane,
all weekly shallow,
boredom, wisdom,
trace of reason.

Shells and flint
shall feel again
the sea-blue depth
of moon-eclipse
and firy sunrise.


Let it last!
Let it be warm and luring.
Let it light the room with the scent of your skin.

The sea,
You,
Me
And
The morning coffee.