Bucharest

If I close my eyes I see the city clearly,

As through a looking glass, between a book of lies…

What was then, no longer seems to be,

And candles burn each day for its memory.

I spent too many years walking through those streets,

I close my eyes and all seems like a dream…

A twisted fantasy of ignorance and freedom

To satisfy the terrifying boredom.

I now know every side street, and every working light,

I know the touch of darkness that creates the night.

I know the kiss of sunsets, the sweet embrace of snow,

I’ve seen the changing seasons and I have let them go…

I’ve wrapped myself in meadows; I fell asleep with Rain,

I rearranged the beaches and counted every grain.

I gathered all the stars from that bloody place

And through those sleepless nights I covered them in lace.

If I close my eyes, I see the city clearly,

Those empty midnight roads I held so dearly,

Within my palm I kept the diamond memories

Of young, innocent minds, and playful fantasies.

The empty skies at sunsets that still paint the sky red

Romantic stories to remember a broken Juliet…

No matter where I go, my blood still holds that place

I will remember always, the lights of Bucharest.