Moved across the time
with unsuspected calm
trough days by now suspended
from an unsteady vista
dance like sparks of lights
thousand reflects of sea
the memories of white cliffs
then, where maidens and lads
rushed towards the unknown
thirsty for brimming life
seething like ocean whirls.
Now autumn covers me
in the soft of my paces
where silent drowse fogs
but still dawdles a thought
of nearly unminded sun.