A man who had no name
Was once entire sea
Above it wings of seagulls
Whose songs were made for me
He was the sound of river
The color of the sky
The promise to me given
In rainy august night.
A man who had no name
A shelter of a mine
Who he has once became
On seeming endless aisle
With smell of safety taste of light
Gave every shadow meaning
When left with memories that night
Left every seagull screaming.
A man who told his name
Was darker than a shade
The ocean of the pain
A prison for me made.
He locked inside the feeling
Of decomposing heart
In every face appearing
From memories derived .
A man who spelled his name
Was once entire sea
An ocean, wind and flame
Burned every inch of me.
And pieces of him even
Now that is gone like dust
Pierce heels as sand of river
Stuck in a flip flopped past