It was late night September 33
moments after serving cake on candle light,
the groom got sparkles in his eye and everybody cheers –
we are dancing,
worlds apart we are never near
and messengers go back and forth with fear,
coming down from stars in purple dress
once burnt it turns to dust nonetheless…

It was two past midnight on September 33
I got a cab ride from the venue to my dreams
and glitter shines above the petrol park
while my best friend walks in tandem silently,
I would have lit a cigarette, would have drank some wine
but words was all I had and sent them all to you,
the page I turned was empty painted blue
and I became a stranger sailing through…