Such a long night
Waiting for that line of light
That brings pink and blue shades to the ordinary.
Romanticism and hope
Are long searched for
In flowers and hugs
In events and faces
When cheap and powerful
Only they disclose if
Unexpected.
Monday 2
I take a walk
And hope it lasts so long
As Monday is quickly coming
And I am not ready
For its routine and vanity.
Corner after corner
I prolong this escape
And enough fresh air sinks in
To survive the shock of tomorrow.
Significant
Why do they hide,
The significant values?
Digits of no importance repeat
And vary with no logic
While I chase them
And they
Like rebellious sheeps
Refuse to assemble
And form the truth.
