Voyager

Life goes on ,on a deserted  beach ,

  can be an inspired  island   ...

After summer season and early harvest .

I question the whimsy spirit  of  tide 

when words of love are wearing heavy coats of cold .

Well labelled  luggage of memories and lullabies ,

All these bodies  embered  with jasmin ,

Smiling lord Buddha...Jazzman ...

Eternal pendulum  clock 

calls the passenger  to deck ...

On the shores of a calm morning 

voyager, you become a child  again ...