Naive waves keep reaching for the oars:
who will explain to them, the rover is gone;
The empty vessel sways from side to side
in wheezing evening winds.
On moonlit nights of silken silences,
atop misty hills overlooking the waters
at Nepenthe's, a dreamed-up reverie.
After the dawn, the night lingers on;
In the darkened room, hiding in corners ,
and dying in the emptying space
hugged between the arms.
Yet, when snow covered everything, and
the clock ticked timeless, a throb enshrined
in the heart of the stalled heart of time,
of those many years ago, carries on.
Nepenthe (http://www.nepenthebigsur.com/) is a restaurant perched amid unbelievable beauty and charm among the hills and by the sea, in the Big Sur national park, California, USA. Something reminded me of the night I was there many years ago...`
Of course, the word 'nepenthe' in English also refers to a drink that brings forgetfulness of sorrow or pain, http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/nepenthe