The Sea Inside
Often, sitting in front of the sea,
I push my gaze beyond the horizon,
I project a bridge with my imagination
to reach you and stay together.
I think there was a lot of empathy
between you and the sea water
desire to go up last slope
to dive and swim happily.
You had the sea inside
serving many friends
many your humble heroic gestures
to lead back to the shore from the center.
Blue color of your eyes
of bright light always bright
you received praise from bystanders,
bailouts were your toys.
Now that calm or rough sea
looking at him, thinking of you brings back
and fly out that door
there still stop heart in love.
Elisa Mascia
Writer and Poetess
San Giuliano di Puglia
Italy
