onsdag 16 november 2011

A scar from the past


The wind turns to a whisper in the air,
Letting the waves run its course and disappear,
The water is telling me it has something to share,
I look down on the surface and I see,
Deep down,
Why the water have been calling me,
In the reflection of my own face,
There is a scar of something that I should embrace,
I ripple the surface and it is all gone,
But it still echoes in my heart like a long lost song,