Red bougainvillea
has put its arms
around the white pillar
on this cold frosty night;
the moon is silently looking
through the clouds
with half closed eyes at
the lovers on the beach;
it has gone behind the clouds;
silently they slipped out
singing a song of love,
mingling their song
with the dancing waves!
The whole night
they roamed
on the beach gathering seashells!
Wet sand over their bodies,
their faces,
their hands
their hair,
tired smiles
sprinkled all over
the horizon.
White pillar has turned to stone.
Bougainvilea is swaying
in the morning breeze.
Nobody knows what
happened between the lovers
in the night!
daman
23/08/2011