Fog between hills
Clouds white and gray
White bridges between

Land of memory
Where i first time seen
Waters of infinite sea
I still remember that
scent
Scent of child smile

You are so beautiful
From your white stones
And heart color of rust
Come
Olives that feed
Wine which smiles
And all those
Tastes and scents 
That become usual
Like your air i breath

Distant land become my home
And i became your child
Now i say hello and goodbye
Thank for all all smiles and lesions
I will always be your childe

Now i fly to new and old lands

Emotions like feathers
stars becoming suns
night becoming dawn 

Limestone building in coast
He stands on edge
Looking horizon
You can see questions
in his eyes
On face tiredness

Storm is coming
Nets float
beyond reach

rumbling voice calls
i had came
we will sail
he says
prepare vets

i smile worried 
looking at
new moon
it will be race

smell
salt and water
Grandpa sea

Cheery and vodka
Empty glass
Mind in clean night

positivism is
Cleaning
You clean
Dirt comes again
Take new broom
Clean again
Until next dirt
And
New broom

Old clock ticks
Soon is time
moon of dream