in the middle of the sea
gliding in emptiness
i stopped and looked from remoteness
your eyes inside their green/
the waves were in a terrible mess
foams twinkled
and turned into one white moon
from your face reflected to mine
suddenly gale breaks out
in whispers, in a whisper
the sea was ripped from its place/
by the winds of your hair
i have come passing over the horizon
to extinguish the foams in my hands
and the gale should go back
open your arms and embrace
let us mix into the phosphorescence
to get rid of our loneliness
my darling
i missed you!

Günsel Djemal 14/9/2009 Bromley Road-London