behind the third ocean it was miraculously <br />the life alone passed without pushing <br />making the bed gravel footpaths with white shadow <br />of box trees in length cut <br />on their background colour umbrella <br />it decorated grass green <br />flirting with blue of water like the painted flower <br />with bizarre colours gathered <br /> <br />from the rainbow ribbon stuck in my hair <br />your eyes as ever carefully expected <br />gathering clouds on my forehead <br />in order in time to save it what delicate <br />before the approaching storm <br />you weren't only able in them to stop lightnings <br />and me when I came back up to own wings <br />it was behind the third ocean better <br /> <br />now I am here where your music of words <br />for me is still heard even though surges <br />are carrying fleeting dreams more slowly <br />I feel the familiar smell <br />when a gentle puff of wind <br />is caressing my body <br />my world is one great ocean <br />I am not having to search more <br /> <br />a lot of of them these are departures <br />partings and retutrnings <br />how I will name it when you stay there far <br />and I won't manage to exceed <br />the fourth ocean <br />don't only forget to trim the lawn <br />and heart whether will withstand <br />when a half stays...<br /><br />Maria Barbara Korynt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/close-goodbyes/
