Poems

Poem by Anja Tintagol

A Southern shore count for lost
Your look of ease just mine has crossed
A big warm wave is rolling in
Passing me
This certain scent of freckled skin
Like a painting hanging in the perfect light
Your eyes are twinkling in the sun
Sensual and wild

Remembering you from depth of time
Out of blue light with waft of salt and thyme
In the shine of a late noon‘s blaze
A waving strand of hair
Gently tracing your face
Like a painting hanging in the perfect light
Aflamed with distant noises
Sensual and wild

Just an idea of a sandy shade
Over your cheekbones
Is flitting to fade
Silence told from your freckled lips
So sad
We never met in Biarritz
Like a painting hanging in the perfect light
Big brown eyes have drowned me
So sensual and wild

(by Anja Tintagol)

Poem for Zac by Rumi Fujita

The snow is on its way and nothing has been changed

The wind in your hair still seduces me

Winter can always pass those pale moons are floating

A braze of colour falling since summer was stolen away

Even the trees are freezing love lost in lies was never meant to be

Even the trees are freezing a broken heart leaves faded

The wind has lost its strength and waves are washed away

So hull down our sailing and mourn for winter

Like silent seas under ice not a word was spoken

You know when summer returns I wish to set sail again

The snow is on its way and nothing has been changed

The wind in your hair still surrounds me

This country stands so alone

A braze of colours falling since summer was stolen away, away..

The snow is on its way and nothing has been changed

This wind in your hair still surrounds me

And it’s cold and it’s dark and you’re alone in the dark…

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