Summer -
magical time
when the sun kisses you
awake at 5 am.
Hiking through the city
in the blazing sun,
enjoying life,
the late night gigs,
setting mediterranean sun
against the colourful houses.
Sound of laughter and
acoustic guitars,
cheap beer and sun glasses,
long flowing dresses,
bringing blooming flowers
onto the blazing city asphalt.
Days at the beach,
long starry nights,
the smell of seaweed
and salty water,
the sand under your feet
and between your toes,
making you wonder
what will be
and what could have been
and why wasn't it.
The waves and music
making you think of
the small-town summers at home,
when you wished they were over,
when the streets would kill you
with boredom.
And another fancy dinner
in another stylish outfit,
camera in hand
we become regulars at the local
music events
and art galleries;
the short ecstatic feel of
living the life.
And it is all gone too soon,
the sun returns to its hiding place
and you start thinking
of other ends of summer,
meeting the same old people
except not this time.
There is no same old.
And what happened to
that boy cheating on his girlfriend
with you?
When summer ended,
you fell hard-
will you fall that hard and low again?
And what are people doing
back home
where summer lasts longer?
