The Sea

Control is a great illusion

A movement of action

And the control is gone

If it ever was

We are just moving on a sea

Of strong emotions and actions

The storm brings us home

Eventually by the end of the day

Sailing South

The felucca moved slowly

Down the Nile

The Nubian did hardly

Uttered a single word

Stearin his boat

While observing us

All through the night

We understood each other

Too well

Labyrinth

In the old times

The maze was

believed to be important

For survival

Finding the way

Having a pagan meaning

Long forgotten

We still find them

Along our long

Coast on the way to

The cold north

Dreams are born

At sea

The rudder gives you

A straight course

But the mind keeps meandering

In the long and lonely

Hours of the night

When the stars speak

To the defenseless mind

Making strange pattern

In the conscious mind