As if each kiss
is one more promise.
a little wish
carried by the waves
to the shore.
perhaps already
we’re summoned by the hand
which calls
to the inevitably youthful eyes.
As if each kiss
lingers like lilies
in the swamp.
you hold your breath
you also hold mine
and in the slow return
from the fire
we struggle to breathe.
the bent head
the curved neck
and the bell strikes again.
we make our way back
to the shore
bound together, the sum
of life.
Stars. Hundreds of stars. Sometimes, even million.
I miss lying down on the ground and seeing those stars. When the grass used to be the comfortable mattress, and the chill in the air used to awaken every sensual part of you. When I used to wonder looking in the infinite mass-less space whose non-existential presence I still question. The hours ticked away, and the birds went silent, with the occasional chirping of their hungry ones, and I still laid there, just looking. Was it true that those are our ancestors? Or that rare falling star will fulfill my wish? It never did, though. Maybe it was too busy with others’ wishes. So many weak people asking for that ‘one’ wish. It must have been really busy. But how did it pick one out? Destiny? Or some random algorithm to find out who deserved it more than all the others? Maybe it’s the instinct of the star.
But you know what? I don’t care if it didn’t fulfill my wish. Or in case, anybody else’s also. It’s still a star, in fact a rare falling star, and people still crave for it. It’s still breathtakingly beautiful and can’t be forgotten anytime soon. The sight of that star makes you feel life is worth living for. Every small moment of that beauty makes your living justified. No matter if it comes once a month, or even a year, it’s always surprises you, amazes you, makes you feel needy and bring out your emotions for what you really want and desire.
I miss lying down on the drew covered grass and see that falling star.
I miss my falling star.
Wake up every day in a new place,
Breathing in the exotic scents,
Each day will be my favorite,
Seeing the sunrise and its essence,
Camping in the desert with old friends,
Climbing up the snow-covered peaks,
Making the way through running waters,
I wish that would be me…
If I could be like that,
I’d give anything for that,
No matter where it would take me,
Wish I could be like that…
Taste every food on the map,
Strike every chord and run to the touchdown,
Hit it hard until we go up,
Who cares if we ever come down!
Be with the love of my life,
Every evening is a new date,
Then I can be perfectly sure,
For next day I’ll surely wait…
If I could be like that,
I’d give anything for that,
No matter where it would lead me,
If only I could be like that…
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