From my poem collection "City lights"
Strolling down your streets of old
looking up
You are high, faraway in the sky
you meet with the clouds
lost in someone's dream.
I breathe the air
and listen to your heart beat
your alleys have so many stories to tell
I am here to listen
I am here to tell.
You make me feel contempt,
you make me, finally, understand.
What all this is about.
When we are together, walking hand in hand
shadows do not scare me
time does not frighten me
my dreams do not feel empty.
Every time it is like you are blushing
and waiting for me to arrive
to say your name
to feel your presence, your magic
I hear you whisper
you are still a stranger, but you feel like home.
And all I see are Orange skies...
And all I dream are Orange skies...
And all I cry are Orange skies...
And all I want are Orange skies...
I miss you even when I'm here.
