Do not offer me the ocean

Do not offer me the ocean
When I am thirsty,
Like the sleeping flowers
In winter
I am nourished by longing,
By the glimpse of chasing lights
Across a pitch black sky.
Show me only a bird
When I want to fly,
And I will spend my life
Growing wings.


Homesick Tears

I set out to re-conquer the remote islets
of my childhood
With no other guide than homesick tears.
It was like poaching happy memories
From a seagull’s empty nest
With wings obediently
Following the soft pull of the salty sea.