dedicated to my friends
It was a while since I felt that way,
205 to Vancouver, past Portland.
The scenery behind the car window is changing as well as my state of happiness,
Smiling and waving at each other,
Night tea parties and a dice game that I still don't know how to play,
Foggy morning and getting into the car.
Highways of time are playing games with us,
Quietly but confidently without trying to embarrass our childish eyes.
Downtown skyscrapers and steps to the art museum.
Wandering around the gallery, trying to catch painter's techniques,
But instead, we found the sense of sadness in those eyes.
Laughing in narrow hallways, taking pictures.
Leaving with the feeling of something beautiful and lasting forever.
Portland streets, cafe on the corner,
Looking at people in the rush behind the window.
Walking down the streets talking about the simple things.
205 to Vancouver, past Portland.
Our laughs and pillows,
Talking till midnight.
Turning the night lamp on and playing cards,
Trying to stop the time.
Singing and dancing, laughing and dreaming.
205 to Vancouver, past Portland.
Later I will think about that, realizing it won't last forever.
Later I will think about that with tears of happiness on my face.
But for now... back on 205 to reality
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Memories of Happiness
PoetryA couple of poems about sincere friendship and love, about finding peace and happiness in the moment of being that give endless power and desire to live
