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)