The old tree had always
Old fears
Old nights and
Old romance

The shore stood to
Nothingness
The world it touched
Is where it was destroyed

The clouds remained
In chance
The things around it
Created it
Without the wind it could
Not see the sun

I in an eternity
And the times are over
And done
Mystical seeing, it
Should not be called
The seagull now says
There is nothing here to love
I reply
I experience the kiss
The knowledge of it never stops
That is my point of
Contact with your
World.