Karol Sobański Rogoźno

I'll wait here. Just like that .. I'll dream

Nell 'look at your suitcase

for now, sleeping is the Earth

circle-his-

and dissolved in the veins

I have no other power

than waiting for a voice

- Your -

and sound its depths;

distillate insipid second particles

next to 'shadow

static and silent,

an hourglass rather bad.

S 'bows to the pink blush of the sky

abandoned on the' wind wave

petals of dreams, words in the fragment,

against the backdrop of a August faded

as a step in the attic for storage.

beggar in my sleepless nights

embrace some more to the Moon;

volcano again, the sky tonight

- lapilli stars

; to unknown routes -

small, fragile comets

so that I would share

changing every tear to 'darkness

to caress the hair mine.

How to beat, sultry, hours

between me el 'immense suspended

sings the owl riddles not revealed

a barn, the whose walls

tell even by oxen-drawn plows.

tuning and radio

frequencies night

chirping of crickets and their

... Maybe it will rain tomorrow

their concert and I can not hear

... the storm, on my skin, via flow

and although so far I do not touch your hand

smile, no waiting in vain ...

Across the sea and its waves,

bottle came in your message:

"Let the rain bathing your soul do not leave.

one ray of sunlight away without heat .... "

Sabrina (August 21, 2010)

Sardinia , photo by Lisa T. (my daughter) from my web album: Landscapes of the sea.