Standing still

My soul's standing in silence,

watching the frozen shade of time,

as my nose decodes the perfume,

naively the breeze arrives.

My eyes are looking straight,

right to the sand that potters used,

grains are smiling like stars,

drench my tongue with ocean waves!

Sea water covers my naked palms,

an iris spills the colour on the sky,

ardently I yearn to exhale 'hello',

but I have to cold 'good bye'.

They do not understand,

but they like,

They do perceive,

and they love.