Empty pages in front and
bare walls around me,
catching words out of the air
like fish from the infinite
ocean…deep down in the mind,
where forgotten thoughts are hiding,
secrets buried, old and tired…
sometimes a current flows by,
bringing a school of fish in
many shapes and colours, they
form a crown… worthy of a king…
sometimes, murky waters
hold nothing…
but an old shoe…



Sybille (Sydney) Krivenko 2007