I’m soothed, I’m cheered up;
For me the sea craves.
Spread are for me its blue wings,
With my frame, I feel the waves.
The sea misses me…it wants to lick
My bare skin, like a fish.
Spread are for me its blue wings,
Clouds will fly by - what a wish!
I own a Gothic sand palace.
The pearly sun’s drifted by the waves.
Once the passion was not exotic,
The sea raged with the lack of the faith.
I’ve been approaching it for a year,
The sea’s soothed, for me it craves.
Spread are for me its blue wings,
With my frame I feel the waves.
I own a Gothic palace.
That’s my only treasure – my wealth.
Spread are for me the blue wings,
And I hear the waves’ breath.
as we smooch for years by the spread of blue wings love yet dazzles as rainbow embracing the waves cohered within...............beautiful as luscious grin,10+, thanks for
Waves as wings.. and the reiteration 'spread are for me...' - nicely expressed
dear tsira, i really love these lines of yours. Spread are for me the blue wings, And I hear the waves’ breath.
Tsira, I loved this wonderfully written poem, the sea described as blue wings, gorgeous. Top marks and thanks for sharing this my friend. David
As I've probably said before Tsira I find your different ways of using the language and your images have a very refreshing effect, help me to see things differently.. this one particularly has that effect... x jim
This is a very poignant and touching poem, Tsira. I love how you've repeated this line- Spread are for me its blue wings- This is strong visually and is the work of a thinking poet, a poet of passion. Splendid poetry.10
Good poem Tsira...beautifully metaphorical...i catch up with the east European breath of the waves that greets the Gothic sand palace...10
I love poems of the sea and yours is no exception. Great write my friend. Best wishes, Andrew
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Gothic in sand in spice upon the weath blue wings in stealth so you fly.