Force

Completely sad, disturbed and ugly…
…ugly the world outside.
a strong storm blowing mercilessly on the seaside rock.
A figure, a shadow,
transparent and gentle
guards the iron gate of hatred.
Waves of gold, eyes of ice,
tears of laughter, bare feet.
The devastating force of loneliness – the only beauty.
Murky sky, then quiet rain…
No end, no escape – eternity.
And on the single rock,
perching in the middle of the sea,
the ghost, the shadow – still alone
Singing with the sea,
Flying with the gulls,
Crying with her soul!