My compass has failed to find
The north pole of meanings;
I'm like an empty boat
Stranded on a reef of words.
Fangs of stray of words letters
Are scratching my flesh,
Like shooting stars
Scratch the flesh of heaven,
But it doesn't hurt, because
They just remove the rust of search.

An empty boat where fits all heaven,
Which started offshore
From the sadness' coast,
Seeking the restless peace
On the blazed path of a poem,
Offering the eternity in exchange
For the second of a word...

Oh, blow, ye winds of silence,
Drive me wherever you want-
I'll go anywhere - twill be enough
If I'll can download the emptiness
From this empty boat.

Tags: Poetry