Music and dance
Soaked with tear-drops and
laugh
Bohemian wine
Turning tails
To the unconscious dikes
Silently flooding the mind
At the sight of every
tender wave
Escaping honesty
With another sip of
Insubstantial, delirious
lie
On the top of the world
desperately waiting
For another phantasm to
approach
Enjoying
The sight of the mountain
Then leaving
Only a few words are
enough
Wishing to extend the
seconds
Eternally memorising the
lines
The colours and shapes
composing
The air, the breathing,
the smiles,
Drunk without drinking
Mesmerised by the presence
of shadows and lights
Would it be possible to
stupefy the feeling?
Gazing at it endlessly
without talking or touching?
Moving between worlds
tearless yet crying
Lacerating the body
Hiding from the
tantalizing thoughts
Of loss and longing
In the corner of an
elusive blink of the eye
The truth will find its
way out
Of the labyrinth of mind
That was created to hide
it
It will hurt you even more
Than it would have done so
before
If you had not fled to a
more
Comfortable fragment of
your soul
Until then, however
The time of the world is
yours
You own the mountains
The delusive glances
Everything that is shiny
Seemingly ingenuous
Is yours
It lasts until it hurts
Then you will say enough
To every untrue word
To find the treasure
That is not glittering
Lying inside waiting
For you to knock
On your own souls door
So it can bring you back
To roots of all
To the Beginning.
