Ella Odeyash

By the Sea

Like liquid glass, waters of sea,
Made of the tinted-bottle color,
Was pouring softly, heavily -
The appelation of this: summer.

And ships, appearing like white dots,
Forming the distance with their presence.
They went somewhere to end of earth -
The appelation of this: heaven.

*****

Like in childhood, I am walking barefot
With my feet feeling the trail.
For long time I did not walk like this.
For long time I was not this way.

Balmy breeze in my face is blowing.
I forgot how old I've become
And perhaps it's the joy of living
Wafting at me from the ground.

ibshambat wrote