A Soft Journey

Past midnight.

Sat on a bench, smoking a cigarette

is a guy.

He's there by himself, yet he's not alone.

Some swinging boats in front him with their tinkling,

that the wind causes by sliding softly on the water,

whispering sweet symphonies, intimate lullabies.

Being a man able to feel its harmony

nothing more is required.

For a moment he closes his eyes.

The same music is now a white melody

its purity and tenderness drive him away.

Reality leaves space to imagination

and reason bends in front of his dreams.

The body rests peacefully

while the mind floats into that woolly

atmosphere.

Suddenly a vision,

his eyelid wide open.

All is in the same place.

A journey of few moments,

a smile on his face

and another ocean wave.

 

An Ocean Wave - Lobos Rock, San Francisco

J.Apo.B. 02/08 

“The three great elemental sounds in nature are 

the sound of rain, the sound of wind in a primeval wood, 

and the sound of outer ocean on a beach.” (Henry Beston)