Platform

You are lost among things
softer than the sea
when this hugs its lovers in the summer days,
maybe you stepped over the silver slab
of the poet’s stone citadel

and its eagles sipped strong water from your palm,
you do know, you let yourself cheated by the words of the world
and you’ve been waiting for the train with wings of angel

- till the arrival, you are talking to the neighbour of platform
about the running of time.