Counting, Sitting, Writing

                                       

I didn’t reach the sky

in the night, when I woke up

can you tell me why?

I got on my red bike

early  in the morning

when the Sea was quiet

the Sun was orange

and the air light

Sitting on the cold sand

I put my feet in the water

imagined I touched your hand

and reached the sky

Then I saw people

just living the days
and counting time,

Lonely & waiting

Late & counting

Sitting & writing

beautiful stories,

I wish they were mine