Stenian - The Ocean

At this time of the year

The skies are mostly grey and overcast

A steady wind blows relentlessly

And time is passing by so fast

Let the rain purge the land

Wash it all away

The days are getting shorter

A long white foamy band: my solitary vessel plows through the turbid green water

Looming large, in the distance: snow topped mountains are drifting by

The whole scenery immersed

In a surreal yellow late-afternoon light

I’ve been here before

I know this scene

There are jellyfish in the foam

And then it all came back to me… How the wind played his gentle game

Nebulized and beguiled me

With your wisps sweet with lemon

And the bruisers on your chin

Spoke the truth

About our everything

And spared you a sermon… I’ve been here before

I know this scene

And the waning northern summer light

Reflecting in the freckle of your right eye

The setting sun’s last desperate rays

Illuminating this tragic story’s grade