a wave

Juan Miguel Torres

i see its movement is a single pilgrimage
a changing wave
i do not hear it pierce the air
but there are those who hear it and do not understand
its flight to change the stillness and the cold grey
its flight against a slowly gathering force of other waves
its flight to bring the charm of the twilight rays
but it’s only a changing wave
never returning to its birth behind
never reaching its destiny tonight
a river a harbor or a bay
but ending forever aside a deserted ship
vanished without a single trace
good-bye, dear wave