Our love is mixed with algae... <br />It is tasted with salt. <br />It is the first fruit of a great struggle for our freedom... <br />Our love, <br />Sometimes like a spring breeze.... <br />Sometimes like a hurricane.... <br /> <br />We can see the green waves crashing <br />And cooling the sand.... <br /> <br />Between this old hot sand and the new salty waves <br />We can feel our perfect love, <br />We can see its ripples <br />And its shifting designs, left behind by the tide <br />And sculpted by our steps...... <br /> <br />We can feel our angel, <br />That angel with injured wings, <br />We can hear him, still screaming, <br />We can see him in a sphere of air, <br />So well hidden. <br /> <br />Or maybe we are enclosed <br />In our sphere of reality, <br />Seemingly a dodecahedral geodesic sphere.... <br /> <br />As though being hidden in psychological twilight..... <br /> <br /> <br />However, <br />We can hear the sound <br />That sound just like a screaming echo....<br /><br />Marieta Maglas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memories-5/
