La noche
La noche
Dreams,
No, dreams aren't for the satisfied,
those in love with the real,
those not clinging to the paraphernalia of time,
we believe not in the stillness of thought,
but in the beauty of action,
holding, embracing moments as they come
not when it is their time to leave,
to waltz out into memory,
into subconscious.
Never digging through the rubble of the past
looking for the surviving trinkets of time.
La noche,
La noche,
A sky bejewelled
And under it motion!
Yes locomotive nights,
moments fast coming,
fast fading,
you are at fault not to enjoy
it,
not to dance when music plays
loud
roaring!
A lion in your ear,
You have hulled yourself into
a pit dug by your own hands,
where you waste time,
wishing on fairy dust,
hoping to redo, undo, replay
and alter
so you can get a second chance
But time doesn't favour.
My friend,
Time does not pick sides.
Rise and kiss the real,
love the image not its reflection,
embrace the now not its
shadow.
