Burning sparkles of eternity 

dance underneath my bitter horizon 

of ashes and dust;

Will the morning tide resemble 

the fragile fragments of my broken time? 

Yellow fingernails of waves 

climb up the ceiling of a forgetful sky; 

The weight of the present will wipe away 

the thousand drops of the fugitive past.

On the shore the shadows shiver

in a dance of memory and loss.

The new sun rises.

I’m burning with love.

Michal Musialowski