Walking along a beach,
watching the waves
dancing at my feet,
reaching for me, arms open wide,
demanding, yet timid, still,
like love…
a thousand voices calling,
but I cannot understand
a thousand eyes watching,
but I cannot see…
If my whole life were one page
of empty words, fading hopes
and hollow promises,
I’d fold it into a paper dove,
and let it fly…
maybe it would rise high above the clouds
and burn in the sun,
maybe some ash would fall into the sea,
ride on a wave and merge with the wind
who will write a new name into the sand,
so I can be born again...


Sybille (Sydney) Krivenko 2007