Where waves are whispering of love once before,
The Black Sea sighs beneath the silver light.
It keeps the words we never could explore,
And hides our dialogue within the night.

I do not call your name, but hear the sea,
Inside the surf your voice is still alive.
As though through time it reaches out to me,
So in my memory you again arrive.

You left so long ago, yet in the tide
Your image drifts upon the water’s blue.
I touch the sand where once we walked side by side,
And through the silence write these lines to you.

It seems — one breath, and I would hear your tone,
In surf that breaks the night like shards of glass.
You’ve gone… yet in my memory alone,
The sea repeats what in my heart did last.

The sea says: “let go — but don’t let it decay,”
And with the rain grief knocks into my chest.
Through years I carry longing on my way —
To hold your shadow close would still be blessed.