Letting go

Summer is the tip
Of a year of work and satisfaction.
A long slide is now ahead
And my hair waiting to fly.
Time sticks to my hands
And I long into it for too long
Its forgotten faces,
the I will never talk to you again,
The let’s hold hands and let’s forget
Make the wrinkles of my young palms.

Surprises from the past

You have left that path behind
Your heavy shoulders
And could not imagine
How hard it was
Each step away.
When you dig into the novelty
Of the surrounding reality,
The old path sends a candid dove
Or a naive envelope
And the steepness you remember
Seems just a moment of transition
In life.

Angry present

The sun shine
But my fire is on
Angry and avid as ever.
Angry for the undetermined present,
Avid for the slowly coming future,
Both out of reach
Although in sight.