Friday, May 8, 2015

"Wiser than dreams"

Dawn is waking, light slowly conquers the heavens above. Sun with a red morn heats what’s left from the night, and all that can be heard is silence of people…

The skies are still guarding most of the stars. Life opens its eyes into a sleepy tranquility from the black of the night, only to sail away into those uncertain waters of the new day. This moment might seem like when a bird gently separates from the ground, only to soar into the heights of its own freedom. This dawn (like any other) yearns for days. Tears transform into dew and waves are carving the sea.

Here life bathes in white light, freedom is inhaled through the nostrils, peace fills the inside and sweetness saturates the smile of a man… in these long years of my youth:)

Liberating, satisfying and loving…

Where are the end boundaries of our waters?


  1. You have a way with words. This has been so profoundly written that I feel your emotions and your confusion. I can feel the breeze and cold of dawn.

    Where indeed do waters end? :)

    1. It's always great to see that there are still people out there who like to read:) I checked out your blog, it looks fantastic! Loved your short stories about life, I'll explore it some more:)