2020.11.09.
A Harbor of Departing Ships
I am only a harbor smallthat loves ships
where always in the night burns
a few lanterns dim.
With me the ships don't get along,
I am small and without renown.
Away the big sails has
the sea always called.
I look out to sea even now.
The heart could almost weep,
for in the fall from me left
that wonderful ship away,
it bigger than the rest was,
and that one I loved,
when it arrived with bows high
and sails proud.
Even that one the piers grey left.
Left only tracks in the water.
I long and longing
its lights looked for in the sea.
Other ships came yes,
came in playing of music
and scented cargoes of fruit...
I loved those too.
Yet for their departing never
did I cry for like that one's,
which tracks I still during the nights
with a trembling heart caress,
when my lanterns burn dim
and from the sea come
just the gulls' and winds' stenches
and waves without soul.