Evening,
by the sea
two lovers stole.
Each one
a white, breaking wave
to tell a tune’s tale
of a sailor’s courage
never forgotten.
Brave colours
of this new land
formed in one
touched moment
yesterday.
The sea can celebrate
man too (sometimes)
if you listen.
~
“Ephalam” doesn’t mean anything. It’s just a word
I made up as I liked the sound of it.
