Mxs Sunday Twenty-five… Valentine.
Creato il 14 Febbraio 2021
Scritto da Eleonora Fiorani
I’ve given a new chance to myself and to wonder, above all in these days…
it’s something like chasing magic when you believe, you should try and catch that flying bee on air then.
You oughta know, wandering sometimes I’ve met my future undone,
quiet last- minute joys embraced by chance, little explosions in the middle of nowhere, self-made cares.
And let’s move on then, i’m already healing old melancholies, whispering new melodies,
kissing anew the early fresh morning with my prayers of new born dreams…
And I’ve got no hopes, dear, ‘cause I’ve got faith, that’s where I stand, that’s where I dared.
Open- eye visions,
spiderweb of long-lasting relationships,
so far I’ve been having.
That’s what they also call LOVE. Another kind of… but still, love.
I’ve got no fear, I cannot cry for whom are uncapable to dry my ocean of dreams…
I guess you should know how it does feel being deep in the glue, in the blue,
drowning but smiling,
fading but holding,
finding an anchor at last.
Everything I wanted was grace, a cup of coffee in front of the deep sea, a delicate date,
the two of us laughing over a bed somewhere forever and onward…
yes it has been already too much, it was too much, you can really never catch a rainbow floating over your head after a storm… you can just watch it, stare at it, express a desire…now it’s that time, and i’m already up on my legs, not that bad, not that sad.
I’m not done, I’m not that tired, I’m still young,
I’ve got all my will and my won’t safe and sound in their place… You? The Same?
