The gold you were chasing whiled away,
A quest stained by the capricious fantasies of the day
My guts feel burned by the stolen liquor you took from your dad
Kept hidden on the third shelf on the right
Covered with the evening’s mottled lights.
That morning we took the long way back
You cried about the gold you haven’t found
And I repress a smile for our cherished misdeeds
I wouldn’t undo – but instead crowned
Let’s not run out of last minutes miracles.
The dawn is burning the reefs
I’d like to dive in the blue waters with you, deep,
Deep down until we reach the base of the island
You can’t lose heart, we’ll see it
Maybe it’ll help us to wash away our desires
Immediately followed by their antidote – fear.
The salted waters are now covering your legs
You forgot about your gold as you watch me
Standing here and covered in sunlight
Now I safely bet that once we’ll reach the island’s base
None of these desires would have faded away
For this garble echo of past summers singing in our heart
Is stronger than the fear of losing it all
Of one day not being young, anymore.
Maëlle Leggiadro
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