The night I met Josephine

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“Hello, my dear sea,

once again I am here.

To ask for your eyes,

for mine cannot see.”

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There I found you, where I combed my mind,

trying to surrender, leave the past behind.

I saw the reflections of your pale skin at night,

oh fair lady, how I long to be your knight.

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Waves had carried you home to me,

I couldn’t believe,

I was the first to see.

The waterfall hair

and the frozen stare,

dancing in waves without a care.

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All the pieces of puzzle falling in place,

with magical touch and unspoken grace

What is this movie, what is this scene?

It’s the heavenly night I met Josephine.

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I took you home and colored your eyes,

Got mamas dress to hide bruised thighs

There you sat, so pretty in my room

An elegant bride and a nervous groom

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I took you on a date,

To share you with the ocean

It wasn’t that late

I rubbed your feet with a lotion

I was in love,

Like I had drank your potion

the waves danced around us,

In what seemed as slow motion

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We went for a swim,

but you wandered too far.

I tried to reach you,

couldn’t see where you are.

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I guess this was your plan all along,

Run away from home, to miss it even more

To lonely boys, you cry out your song,

When they wander at tide at the ocean’s shore,

When they wander at night at your daddy’s door..

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But once again.. Was I right or wrong?

I felt your embrace and it was strong,

With a look more alive I had ever seen,

You whispered: “Come home to Josephine..”

Don’t Give Up

When something is taken,

you don’t feel whole.

and your world is shaken.

you’re not in control.

 

You scream out for mercy,

but you land on the floor,

so you hope for courtesy

but no one opens the door.

 

don’t give up, there’s still hope,

you’re not alone in being alone.

take a hold of the helping rope,

and climb back upon your throne.

 

it won’t be the first, it won’t be the last

time when you have to face your past,

it’s what you learn from things like this,

to understand what’s worth to reminisce.

.the short night of the butterflies

Daydreaming late at night, looking outside the window and examining the petite world around me. Light from a reading lamp is casting shadows after crushing into obstacles at the speed of light, didn’t see that coming, huh? Obstacles like shelves, door, guitar.. Obstacles like me..  May I say, I’d make a good shadow someday.. Oh, how I would glide around the cityscape, tormenting the people around me. Step in their footprints and scare their shadow off of them. I long to fall for a beautiful shadow girl.. do the things that big shadows do, y’know. Watch her undress late at evening when the sun is just about to fall in dreams behind the horizon, as she grows taller and taller.. fall for her over and over again, deeper each time. Cry when the sun is at zenith and she disappears into a small circle underneath a woman enjoying her Piña Colada..  and then for the first time to raise my eyes higher than the ground beneath her feet.. only to realize, she is the girl of my dreams. We are not only shadows, we are real.

Uhm.. yeah.

Anyway.. just some time ago I noticed a small night butterfly flapping against the window, trying to get closer to the light..  I thought about it and opened the window to let it in. Why?

Now I know that the light and warmth will kill it, but their life lasts for approximately 24 hours anyway. I figured that every moth I had seen only did one thing – ventured closer and closer to the light. It is their dream, their lifelong goal, to experience the magic of light that we, humans,  have already grown so used to. We fail to see the beauty in the small things that surround us every day, at some point we just stop caring. Sadly.

So I let it in and I don’t feel guilty about it, If I knew that my life was about to end, I’d go for my deepest dreams without hesitation. Put all my faith in living for once and for all.

After all, faith isn’t faith until’ it’s all you’re holding onto.