A rock on the beach,
cold lava of unspoken questions,
only summer rain can move me,
like heavy chains dragging my body
in a betrothal with the ocean.
Ships floating on ice,
your hands left me ashore,
swaying the whole sea on my arms cradle.
Amid stones and seagull wings
I feel unable to return to myself,
where tears are constantly trembling
over my icy smile.