Waking up a sunny Friday
last December on the last day
I drank coffee followed by red wine from a better time
and the hundred dreaming songs of dancing summer
put them on one by the other,
feeling small before you grow
no one shows you what is right nor they tell you what is wrong
and the shapes you learn to draw kissing edges on the floor,
was a painter dressed in coal
up until you brushed my soul…

Walking on a sunny Friday
from late morning to November
I built castles in the sand where to kiss and hold your hand
but we’ve never burned enough to turn dust to shining glass
and the ocean came upfront
washing out the fairy gold,
in the daylight magic paled being lost in the glitter’s mighty cost
and the stars we watched together never shone on heavy weather
only music did remain
lighting torches in the rain…

Wandering on roads this Friday
couldn’t pull into a driveway
the stone giant with a heart needs a spark to gain the light
but there’s nothing to be found on the bearing that he’s bound,
reading books with empty pages
didn’t teach to see the braces
and the walls he raised around from the surface to the Sun
took him more than just his time spent on hopes and silver line
and the question being asked
lost its purpose in the vast…