And yet
  there are some quiet moments...
when the sea
  is ebbing,
       ebbing,
         ebbing
     and the sky
       is weaker
in its lightest blue
   dissolving gently
in the outer space...


The sands are stretching
   while the bamboo tents
     start drawing 
       round shadows
         on the earth.

The Sun is tired
   and is not so hard..


The island if Tiran
   grows pink,
     its tail is thinning  
       in its strive to reach
         Saudi Arabia
           to make one single whole.


The air is milder
   in the setting Sun...
And all the disillusions of this life
   are ebbing,
     ebbing,
      ebbing   
       ebbing
        with the sea...


And then
    you think 
about some Other World
  where you'll be happy
in a different way...






Aug. 19, 2015


   Sharm El Sheikh