I will not reveal my strategy
Or show on the face my real desire
As your greedy need for success
Will step on me.
I see through your manners
and your calm voice
I the goose bumps take me back
To what is important
Outside this office
In a rare sunny day.
Reading a poem is starting a parallel life,
Is breathing air coming from far
And crossing lives with adventures.
Eating fantasy food
and talking non-stop with an opposite friend
Is initiating a journey
And writing a poem.
Opening like a flower
To welcome those new possibilities
Only the horoscope can confirm you
But that you worked so hard for.
Remember those beside you
And the hands you are shaking
That come with a true smile.
Your photo album is forming
And you are coming to the front in the pictures.
You opened the valve
With discretion and assertiveness
and your opinions were released and
Like a laser rainbow crossed the meeting room.
Everybody heard the reality you revealed
And agreed with their faces
Yet nobody picked the comment up
And your reality was dismissed.
The talent of listening
Can be trained and domesticated
Giving us the possibility of enjoying
The efforts of others.
Listen to their stories
Or think about yourself and your daily struggle
Until you find yourself daydreaming
And time has passed.
Scent of mandarins fills the office
While my hands quickly expose their flesh
And my imagination takes me back to Christmas.
Welcoming office of familiar smells
You cuddle the outcome of intensive work
In the less pleasant lab.
Sit next to me
While I drink this tea
To refresh my acceptance of the world
And water my ideas.
A blooming on a cloudy day can be expected
As an impossible flower on the shortest day of winter
When ideas are dear and always cuddled.
Not knowing the way or the mean of transportation,
Reaching the destination is hard,
But not impossible.
The destination will have full pink flowers
And golden glasses with joyful bubbles
And you will determine the situation.
Free to celebrate the small happenings
And ironies of life
You will recognize it.
Your destination like a nest
You have to build a straw at the time
In the cold winds
To be home.