Sonnet 001

While we walk home along this lonely beach,
Ships passing in the night run aground.
The lukewarm sand your feet can hardly reach.
To watch your sorry figure I look 'round.
Though we have taken thousands of steps each
Only few of my footprints I have found
While looking backwards over shoulders... Screech!
Screech out in pain, let out your first clear sound!
I wish that you expressed your thoughts by speech.
When your lips move my echoes do abound.
To me you keep on sticking like a leech.
Would you drift with my body if I drowned?
When the night comes near I will feel alone.
That you might appear I wish that you shone.

(Author: EDEN SANTOS OLIVEIRA. Written over 20 years ago)