Farewell

In the night voyage, the sea, the moon and the night are united.

They unite to make up the traveler's companions.

The traveler who fears the farewell.

The inevitable farewell away from his loved ones,

who are now no more than old pictures on his wall.

They used to be more than that, and used to fill his life with happiness and joy,

but now, they had disappeared without a trace,

except for the nostalgic feelings that usually choose to die hard during that night voyage.

A feeling of longing for the resurrection of the dead lovers,

whose names were written by volatile ink on the yellow perishable pages of the Book of Life.

A book which is full with fleeting lines of happiness amidst an inundation of lines of sadness.

A flood of lines of sadness disguised by overlapping lines of hopes.

The entwined lines of hope that blow the sail during the night voyage.

A night voyage accompanied by the consolation of the sea, the moon and the night.

The consolation that tries to convince the nocturnal voyagers,

that the farewell is the same pages of the Book of Life.