Between words

I'm left with books

and words in a foreign language

What’s said

is locked between the pages

And burst bougainvilleas in colour

of new alphabet.

It’s hard to learn to speak

in present days

With no anchors of tongues from the past.

Stranded on a deserted shore.

No sails, stretched to the last

by plans of a peaceful future…

I stay. I breathe. I learn.

I wait.

And never cease to love.

Discovering all the rest

in silence between words…