The wind from the sea
hit me

When the whole sea towards
the pier drew

I stod and watched the storm
come

With fluttering curls
and the rushing beat of the heart

And thought
that now it’s over my day
and that no more days will come

But days came and days went by

And I ventured on the pier again
to stand there and think

That all these storms over sea and land
even if in my eyes they seem bizarre

Once shall cease to exist