Sharp waves
Invisible
Like snow
Winds glistens too
In the transparent folds of clear air …pink
Be-stilled
In the stillness of dancing light
The towers are free
As flying away birds of summer in the air
Only silence remains
Asif burning
Still is
The crackling of the cold
The breaking waves of a dark green abyss
A cream like gold of sunlight
rare
Floating feathers of moored ships
From merchant’s stories
Far away
