Amicale

Mediterranean

 

The softness of the sea spray, slowly, without a sound

The moon at your fingertips, light darkness

Illuminated stars, scattered ripples

Unexpected support in the middle of night

 

Exiled boats are about to sail

A land of asylum, an abandoned lighthouse?

Lost identity, hope of freedom

Vast sea, the only escape from the shadows of the past

 

Dancing among the waves above the rocks

Hullabaloo, sail, noise and salty whirlpools

Swallowed up by the waters that can no longer fight

The wind so strong that it capsizes them

 

The eyes often extinguished they look without seeing

The disappearing bodies drawn to the bottom

Of these human beings fallen from their perch

These will do nothing and others will remain silent.

 

Floating wood debris, soft summer heat

Hints of fine sand, naive wonderers

Azure blue horizon, sunshine

Others are already waiting for the next tide.

 

Maëlle Rosset