9 July, 2017 21:57

Dream love

Dreaming at any time of the day
Opens a window in a stale room
Filled with old ideas and conservatives.
The struggle to plan the future
Is amplified at each step
By the stories and free advices
Of those
Who had little to explore in their days
But care and are afraid
Now.

Pair match

We are shaken like socks
In a washing machine
Started on an early morning
Of July.
I feel you, my love,
Near but thorn,
present but distracted,
But always similar.

Isolation

I am thrilled
By the pursuance of your support
And your clear reading of reality.
Trying not to personally analyse
The surrounding actors,
I guard my core
And hide,
Behind a little golden fence
Of love.

Time pain

As I grow older,
Time seems to accelerate
And Push me aside from the competition.
Valuable minutes are spent
And I do not notice
But I miss them
When alone in bed
I am hurt by what could not be done
today.