The Dock Of The Time

So far, so close

Then far away again

In the endless game of the waves

Kissing the shoreline and recede

Touches of laughing foam

With the winds and sun.

So free, so forced

So movable, so still

So warm, so aloof

So fickle, so steady

Unreachable though prisoner

In my field of attraction.

So different though the same

Like the restless sea water

That I watched rolling up

A fluctuating dress

When I was lingering

on the Dock of the Time.

ennio forina


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