Only for an instant
can you witness the parting
of the mist over the ocean.

The heavy
pink curtain collapses,
swallowing the wavering shore
in its fumes

divides the sky in separate columns
          of gold and silver
in a single sensual gesture;


no existing border could be made out:
The dunes were a few meters
higher! The sky reached out to us
in the shadow of the water lines.



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Could there be no love
For me to dive deep
Lost in pitch dark
Rest in nowhere
Could there be no pain
To Heal me bad
Write me melody
Remember nothing

I remember
What is not exist
I bathe in
What is not wet
Numb in roam
I continue my walk
I tread on the air
Read fading signs
I have nowhere to in
So lost and bewildered

What if I go back
And delete our first scene
So there would be no love
And pain
I would have clear sight
And wide lungs to breathe
Empty sheets
And goodness saying

The last boats of the evening
whistle secretly across the silver nightwaters
like some lonesome lingering men
expecting their daily last-minute pleasure.


©2016 Alex Bex - www.alexbex.net

These kids celebrate the life
of the dead street pigeon.
Dark streams down their brown faces,
they intone their private lamentation-
One exposes the corpse
to his little circle, holding it up
the wings stretched out.

©2016 Alex Bex - www.alexbex.net