It’s been a while since dreams…
I see myself with a pencil in my hand, while
white sheets are laying in front of my eyes…
Yet every time I end up throwing everything
in a humiliating rage! Blank!
It’s been a while! Maybe I exaggerated holding your hand
in that bright afternoon, while walking in the park
Maybe… I just refuse to see what is in front of me
It’s been so long since we’ve been able to talk;
So long that I wonder yet again what you see in front of you
I even realized that I was aiming too high and
that the perfume from your hands, now laying on mine,
its almost like a bless – such a small gift for a crazy man
It’s been so long since the first glass of wine,
or the glass of coke, or… since the world, as I see now
Yet there’s one world, one small universe, I’m still so far from
and I’m almost frightened I will never get to know
l know I’ve told you that for this next poem
l’m waiting for the right music;
Well… I haven’t found it. It seems l am unable
To feel other music than the one you
Somehow manage to feed me
No matter how far you are…
l wonder… If I’ll try to steall from you
This precious gift I crave so much for
So! I think it’s time I quit talking babbles; even though
I’m pretty sure that every word I’m saying is like
an open book to you; like you are to me when I’m around you
It’s time I put this in the words of a man; not a lover
not a story teller; not a boy and certainly not a poet –
Poets are shallow these days… natural deceivers
So I’ll try to put this story in my own words.
There’s not a moment going by, that I don’t think of you
He dreamt he rose her in his arms
Sorounded by the blossom trees
Her eyes were raining happiness
And she was gazing so in love…
He dreamt the passion of a kiss
A moment longer than Forever
yet this was all a dream of wine
And none of this would be…
you give me a quiet mind
and I… I…
Do you think of me?
I kissed her on the cheek today
And she smiled; I feel like a child!
My heart gives me chills; I have butterflies –
there’s a light at the end of the dark
and it’s the smell of her skin
There’s nothing more complete than the scent of her hair or
the taste of her lips while gazing into her green deep eyes…
nothing more complete than almost touching her skin –
almost afraid that this connection might turn the universe
to chaos – eventually succumbing it in darkness…
He never kissed her – maybe he will – yet there’s no other
dream more sweet, more ecstatic, more thrilling than
foreseeing the duel between the roses and the perfume
of a live candle; before everything collapses to the final
With every page I read, the chills are turning back Stronger and stronger, like every little word Is yet another key, another door, another stack; new wonders to discover, new wanderings to sort It feels so peaceful in this pages; the stories of a boy and a girl yet to discover the paths of the light of the moon The story of the sky and the sea of forever...
With every page I read, the ch...
Read MoreI’ve never been to your world –
the pages I have; they’re so few…
Would be a bless to learn of
Your blossom in this rose’s garden
Though time there is, I start to wonder;
descending near you – leaving
my endless world of nonsense…
Would ever help in growing a new path
If I could only show you
how fascinating roses are
when looking to your eyes
there is no shape of clay
I’m but an ordinary being
not knowing truly what to say
Yet knowing what he wishes for
there’s nothing but a dream to share