I will come back
Like every year
From a long journey
Through the clouds
A weather-worn wanderer
With cracked lips
Covered in specks of cirrus
And drenched in acid rain
You, on the other hand
Will be waiting
On this broken earth
Caked in a layer of dust
With aging bones
And a withering breath
But you will greet me
As always
With magnificent smiles
Bountiful gifts
And subliminal pain
I have swept
Over vast plains
Drifted past ancient alleys
Of distant villages
Or great cities
Hovered over woods
Marshes and valleys
Crawled towards the twilight
Stumbling like a drunken crab
And sung ever so softly
I know
I believe
I belong
But for now
I shall rest
Smear the dirt of my travels
On your walls
Gorge myself with the remains of
Your burnt out dreams
Watch your glittering façade wilt away
As you recite the tales
That have haunted me so long ago
And lull me with your calypsos
So I may
For a moment
Forget
But the time will always come
When I will leave
And take another voyage
Through the clouds
You will bid me bitter farewells
Pour over me entreaties
Stand helplessly on this broken earth
And watch
As I drown
In some dark corner
Of the horizon
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Tea Party and Other Poems
PoesíaChildish poems that are not for children. Surrealist poems that are quite down-to-earth.