Green and yellow lights,
hanging from the dock
in the quiet night.
Touching a strange and distant
world
of fish
in their slowness.
Ships of unlit candles
melting with each other.
Night awaits
in calm waters.
Tomorrow it has to be solved
at daylight.
Listen to the silent
breathing of the pier,
like an open grave.
Everything will be brighter
over the calm waters,
with the new day,
slow golden fish, bitting each other.
Lost lights
in drunk sailboats.
Shooting to the stars
among the sleeping waters.
Moon's fish
in calm waters.
Tomorrow it has to be solved
and then, we'll have to go.
nanana