Canoe
Let’s ride this fragile canoe
The distance of ten horizons
Until we land on a desolate island.
We’ll simply drift on the turbulent sea,
Carelessly in love, lost under the moon,
Until we reach our unknown destination.
At night, our untroubled footprints,
Eternally etched in the sand,
Would meet, as the tides look on.
The moon would grin, watching…
The salty breeze would rush through your hair.
The waves would wet our feet.
Then, smiling, we’d share the majestic view,
Waiting until the jealous sun drives away
The moon and its reflection on the sea.
Adonis
