Zywa Morgana, my fay

Between the hard facts I look
for a passage
The sun blinds me
delivers me to the wind

Come, sweet fay of the sea
around misty Avalon, come
then I will be fine
which I never doubt

except at night
when I would like to rest
and sweat fears, tired, so tired
but too vigorous to give up

so I put on nice clothes
to go out and celebrate
to reinvent myself
and connect with the world

Poem 937
Amsterdam, 2017-01-06

Morgana / Morning, from: Mori-gena = sea-born
Fata Morgana = Fay/Fairy Morgana

Collection: On living on [1] 
Keyword: Disease: serious / deadly 
Keyword: Hope 
Dedicated to: Maria Godschalk 
Zywa
Home5-7-5
PencilPumiceRainLoves
CompressedBirdsIflessPhoto
Attention is like sunshineMention © Zywa when using texts,
drawings, designs, paintings and photos
Search word:  CTRL-F