Watchtower Poem by Madrason .

A lonely man with nothing to do
than only to stare over the sea
those lonely and forgotten water-graves
the changing tides and forms of waves
over the sea and where is she
over the sea and her safe journey
and love grew deep inside of him
as if he had him grown a tree
a tree, a wish, a family…
a tree, a wish, a family
how long this patience
how long his patience
like oceans, like oceans
……...……endlessly. M