breath remains shallow
I sail softly
to the quiet harbor
only weariness arrives
waiting for what fades
like a silhouette uncertain
silent wounds
neither greeting nor grasping
only watching still
but where to
no garden smiles
no guarantee exists
without true meaning
like shadows
we fade away
but brings no news
only empty murmurs
blooming flowers deceive
I sink
into the shadows
not a soul
just traces of struggle
