Late autumn afternoon
The sun goes down
The clouds turn purple
On the darkened ground
I feel called by someone I don't know
But as I'm listening my heart glows
My fingers as feathers shivered by the wind
Dark azure fills my eyes as I dive in
The sparkly night city calls me
I'd like to leave it all and run away in my pajamas
To a party somewhere nice
Where everything is stuck in the 80s and I could feel alive
And where I could know nobody perfectly and not at all at the same time
And dance in a beautiful dress so divine
And maybe to fall in love with a galactic person that is more of a concept
And to sip on my wine glass, made amber by the dawn
YOU ARE READING
In The Shadows
PoesíaMy fourth poetry book, all about introspection in this time of lockdown.
