Nostalgia and I

 And I trip over old dreams 
 again and again…
 Five hundred times…
 A thousand…
 Endless shaky steps…
 Where I loved you
 like a million blue whales…
 
 And I often long for the youth 
 of those ageing thoughts…
 Never ending pretty helium balloons 
 reaching for the sun…
 Knowing they will never arrive…
 
 And what a beautiful, 
 yet painful sight…
 A sea of sorrowful dots floating in the wind 
 yearning for the safety of a string 
 tied to a child’s hand…
 
 And wistful desires crash land…
 Like fragile soap bubbles,
 destined to set their dreamer’s breadths free…
 
 And my tired heart aches…  
 While I play a nostalgic song
 to an audience of uncertain paths,
 of lost hopes…
 Of blank canvases 
 craving for every suffering stroke… 
 
 And I wonder…
 Where are all those battles to rage on?
 What have they all become?
 When were they left behind?
 
 And I trip over old dreams 
 again and again…
 Five hundred times…
 A thousand…
 Endless shaky steps…
 Where I loved you
 like a million blue whales…
 
 And I…
 
 (Xoanxo, 2020)