Anahita

Anahita 
(26 feb 2015,Luxembourg)

Another sea,  inside her...
moves... rebels... concedes...
and finds calmness everyday
Much bigger, much more uncontrollable
the wavy thoughts,
splashing her feelings , emotions, dreams...
Her self-awareness, matches the flight of the seagulls
sitting on the wind, flying over the world
and the wind smells of gone by moments (they always do!)

Outside.... somewhere far,
a small boat sails at a distance
the color of the setting sun,
turns into somewhat enjoyable sadness
and the Sea smiles back at her of letting it go (like a mother's understanding smile)

Another moment passes by slowly with a humid breeze
distracted...
she finds herself, again...
wrapped in a sweat soaked skin
sitting on the sand,
smelling the winds
listening to the waves
splashing her feelings , emotions, dreams...
She feels alive, among many friends,
yet alone in her own way....
Lazily she collects her wings,
and with one last smile for her own consumption
flies back to a world (that does-not really exist)....

Thousands of miles away,
sailing in those seas
watching the same setting sun
A man thinks about her, with sombre joy.....

S.

Miranda 1916 by John william waterhouse