Wait and Listen

"Listening in the presence of the Horizon,
No demon speaks or walks..."


After all...
I am the riddles of a shaken mind.

Those, which sometimes you hear.
Whispers near the river, flowing constantly.

Searching word by word a way to sea...

Wanting calmly the solitude of the shore,
The dancing grace of sandy waves.

Listen to the coming of the tide...

Bringing news it always tells of stories
From distant lands...

Oh riddles of color-mind,
What next shall you spring to life?