Salonika Osmanli

The soft wash
of sea on brick
Lapping waves
caressing centuries old stone

Walking along
Smelling
Hearing
A blank memory
waiting for you
to enter with me

A Chair
A room
A smell

All haunt me
they are you
us, us, us

My Unicornio Azul
can I be
if you are not with me ?

If I didn’t believe
in craziness
in balance
in delirium
in equilibrium

If I didn’t believe
in this path
my path
our path

If I didn’t believe in
you

I could not be
now
my Helen

Persephanie
you here, there
in each corner
of my heart
of my soul

Memories waiting
to form
us walking

The soft wash
of sea on brick
lapping waves
caressing centuries old stone
as gently as I would caress you

Smelling
Hearing
A blank memory
waiting for you
and me

Will I find you there
Will you believe
in hope
in craziness
in delirium
in us
in me

In you ?
Will you ?

Will I find you ?
Will you find me ?

I will not
die
Leave
my back never turned to you
As long as I have
hope

Find me
Take my hand
You are me and
I you

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3 September, 2012

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