And I trip over old dreams 

again and again…

Five hundred times…

A thousand…

Endless shaky steps…

Where I loved you

like a million blue whales…

 

And I often long for the youth 

of those ageing thoughts…

Never ending pretty helium balloons 

reaching for the sun…

Knowing they will never arrive…

 

And what a beautiful, 

yet painful sight…

A sea of sorrowful dots floating in the wind 

yearning for the safety of a string 

tied to a child’s hand…

 

And wistful desires crash land…

Like fragile soap bubbles,

destined to set their dreamer’s breadths free…

 

And my tired heart aches…  

While I play a nostalgic song

to an audience of uncertain paths,

of lost hopes…

Of blank canvases 

craving for every suffering stroke… 

 

And I wonder…

Where are all those battles to rage on?

What have they all become?

When were they left behind?

 

And I trip over old dreams 

again and again…

Five hundred times…

A thousand…

Endless shaky steps…

Where I loved you

like a million blue whales…

 

And I…

 

(Xoanxo 2021)