You walked last night in my dreams

“When you’re happy, you enjoy the music but when you’re sad, you understand the lyrics.” – Frank Ocean

You walked last night in my dreams,
Carrying the coat of sadness,
Embracing your dawns at the coffee shop’s corner,
Obsessively looking at the main street.
She’s not yet back.
Unseen worlds descending from the skies
Knotting your imagination to another pipedream.

She didn’t want to die…
Those mornings with pain
Were painting the yearning corridors
Up to the memory’s hills
Where friends gathered the life’s symphony
Playing guitars and dancing with joy.

She didn’t want to go
Over the darkness’ mountains
Writing the letters deep in the heart.
Pitches and notes wretchedly speaking to the skies,
A silent breath covering the fantasy
Up to her memory’s hills.
Where music rejoice was her life.

She didn’t want to leave
The beauty of dreams, far from the stab
Of cutting her rhapsody in thousands bleeding pieces
Yet a refrain of soreness sung the lyrics of death
Up to the memory’s hills
Of friends gathering life.

You walked last night in my dreams,
Wearing the coat of sorrow,
Grasping your mornings’ routine
At the corner of coffee shop,
Twisting your grief to new hopes.
A music of fate with strong lyrics.

© Simona Prilogan, London

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