The Ship Sets Sail
Marka Míková / Marka Míková
The ship sets sail
like a child I wave at it
disappearing beyond the distant horizon
My hope
has wings, they say
I wait for it
Till it returns
The waves break on the prow
My hope
Come back to me
Wind and rain
tear the words from my lips
Maybe it doesn’t hear
When I call
Come back to me
Come back to me
How much is left of the night, my guardian?
How much is left, my guardian?
The guardian says
Morning is coming, but it’s still night
If you want to continue your quest, then go,
Come back to me
Come back.
Words
Marka Míková / Marka Míková
Word…word…word…word
The echo sneers
Just a word …word…word….word
The wind is bending the trees
said
heard
still endures
I am knitting my brows
The word…word…word…word
Is coming back and I cannot sleep
The word…word…word…word
It tosses me aside then lifts me
The sentence that was spoken
How long it applies
It nestles in my head
Returns and multiplies
A Grey heron stands on the shore
The mists rise slowly from the fields
Night turning into day hurts
And in the silence something moves
In me or outside me
Word…word…word…word
A few sounds, a little breath
Word…word…word…word
resonates a while then fades in silence
treacherous words
dirt and stones
I want a new beginning
To drink from the spring
Word…word…word…word
sets everything in motion
Word…word…word…word
Oh, God, forgive my fault
Again and again it shakes me
Up und down
It lives in my memory, I can’t drive it off
Back to my head
However hard I try
