SUOMENLINNA
The Sun glitters on the waves
of the Baltic, a ferry
frozen near the horizon
a silhouette in black.
The old ramparts, empty,
rise in near solitude
as wind blowing from the sea
scatters snow in the air.
Something approaching
joy worms its way
through the sorrow
to the centre of thoughts.
How pure would be
the moment if I could nurture
and relish that feeling;
but it's joy lost too far in time.
You are dead, you that made
life fully a life are dead,
and so close
the silence, one step away.
The waves come heavy
and sluggish to the icy
shore, sluggish like
life ebbing away.
Yet like the bushes on the cliffs
the mind and the flesh
cling to this hollowed existence,
fearing the great darkness beneath.
07.03.2019
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