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I wanted to be a harbor
For sailboats and ships
Coming back from their voyages
Across distant and wondrous seas.
Where crowds would gather on the pier
And all the girls would watch
Those arriving by sea with longing,
Searching for their own Grey.
Where it would be noisy and bustling,
With trade in salt and silk,
And the scent of sweet pastries
Filling the square by the port.
And in the evenings, little tables,
The air thick with vanilla and pepper,
And laughter and tears until aching,
And flamenco tearing at the heart.
But now I want to be a hidden
Bay on a tiny island,
Where only one ship — yours —
Would ever enter.
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When I was young
My father told me
That I should grow moss,
Emerge, dissolve, move slow, lay low –
Close to the rug, lose my swag,
stay safe and I’ll be OK.
He said trust your dad
I lived the life
I know how to survive…
But that’s not how I felt
I was filled with Fire,
I had my desires
I wanted to go up higher
Like Prometheus
I didn’t care if my heart
Was torn up by wild birds
I wanted to give it all up
And light the night.
And now I am 5 thousand years old
I traveled 5 thousand roads
I have seen five thousand seas
And a couple oceans.
Still alone in my big home,
Asking myself what’s my next song?
They say I lost my time
They say I am past my prime
They say that I’m just fine
But that’s not how I feel
I am sill filled with Fire,
I have my desires
I wanna go up higher
Like Prometheus
I don’t care if my heart
Is torn up by wild birds
I want to give it all up
And light the night.
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