Friday, October 7, 2016

it has been

it has been a long long time
made of clock-hands, coffee cups and cinema,
furtive glances at slender fingers;

we have been scared
of love, of touches,
of poetry
of children sniffing polythene bags
between steel tracks
beneath empty coaches in the rain
the coaches are still and silent
the children are still and silent
the rain is still and silent
Señor Pablo would’ve known

it is cold
for long has it been so
but don’t you worry
it will not be cold forever

certain birds go to the rivers
to learn magic
and turn into twilight
and don’t you worry
we shall not be scared forever

it has been a long long time
and all the horses have returned
to the dark secret valley
to drink moonlight
and dream of an ancient revolution

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