Giuseppe Milo photo
By
Eeva Maria Al-Khazaali
The Last Memory
The ocean looks staged
and the moonlight, the butterflies sleep
and men under the bridges.
No black emptiness
opens when
a sailing boat is swimming in the ocean blue.
The shadows of the morning bend over your chin from the open window,
the stars have names and so do people. Something in me stops
when I come to the city in the pouring rain, the face of a lover
the last memory of the day.
Eeva Maria Al-Khazaali
Eeva Maria Al-Khazaali is a European poet living for feminism, freedom and film.