The throes of alcohol
Looking into your blue eyes
Only see ageless
For eternities gone by.
The hums of greetings, food, walks, chirps and laughter
Buzz in my ears, clapping, applauding
The welcoming sun of our fairytale.
The one that was lost in the pages of the sea.
My father told me never to believe
In fairytales born of vodka shots.
Especially the ones on nights of solitude
Such as these, when lights blinked star-like.
You've been gliding away, knight like
On quests you named "change/challenge/finding yourself"
While I've been searching for the map
That leads me to you.
We don't know anything about earthquakes
Says news that likes to believe otherwise.
We don't know anything about love
Says my father, a forgotten romantic of the 80s.
Words come out of me, leaving
Along the same pathway as all the men before.
I'm whispering to you and only you now,
"Stay. Just stay. Words can flow away"
Looking into your blue eyes
Only see ageless
For eternities gone by.
The hums of greetings, food, walks, chirps and laughter
Buzz in my ears, clapping, applauding
The welcoming sun of our fairytale.
The one that was lost in the pages of the sea.
My father told me never to believe
In fairytales born of vodka shots.
Especially the ones on nights of solitude
Such as these, when lights blinked star-like.
You've been gliding away, knight like
On quests you named "change/challenge/finding yourself"
While I've been searching for the map
That leads me to you.
We don't know anything about earthquakes
Says news that likes to believe otherwise.
We don't know anything about love
Says my father, a forgotten romantic of the 80s.
Words come out of me, leaving
Along the same pathway as all the men before.
I'm whispering to you and only you now,
"Stay. Just stay. Words can flow away"
Painting by Artist Sacha Pola
www.sachapola.com
