I
I dreamt of lullabies
as warm as the wind of autumn,
and felt my life rushed into
fresh, deeper oceans.
II
Gathering constellation
who now has to propel the comfort,
for better or worse,
it recreates an unbeknownst scenario,
it succumbs my stargazing assumption,
taking me back in every little molecule
that lays in soft skin... in the ocean,
but there I wailed perfectly out of place.
III
It reminds of warmth, sweat and never ending summer time.
The clouds, the brightness, the glam;
on water, I found never ending nostalgia.
The skateboards, bikes and all the hot nights where we had quality time,
the end arrived within, but it stayed in my mind as a worshipped gem.
The girl from New York,
the bouquet of fragance in the air died,
as the letter that she never received
turned to pieces, that still reminds me
of warmth, no brainer summertime.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
In Middle of Unknown Places
PoetrySP. Solo palabras que emanan de una mente tan ruidosa como la mía. Poemarios, pensamientos y escritos de un universo distraído con los colores de la aventura. ENG. Only words emanating from a mind as noisy as mine. Poems, thoughts and writings of a...
