Time

Today the time is as tomorrow.
Angel in the sand, badly drawn,
close to where I was seated down
with my parents and my sorrow.

Clouds taken into sky by the wind
is all I see from the small opening,
from my bed, just after awakening
there’s nothing here I can rescind.

Preluding morning of a new start
of another day I’ll live outside my cave.
If at least I could stop the seas to wave...
perhaps I’d find in Past my other part.

I open the door, I’m going to the sea.
The breeze in my chest is like fate
as I approach to the ocean as his mate.
Water circles me like a cup to the tea.

How much time lasts this rock here?
Where gone the angel and the footprints?
If my workmanships lose their tints,
then why the water doesn’t burst me?