2019.04.12.
Rue de la Paix
Versions: #2Down the Rue de la Paix
through the sunset lights magic
youth goes up in the sky
thinking – “life is not tragic”.
Many just after* school
taking bids to compete with
well-established adults
in the corrupted* systems.
The sunrises fly by
with no visible changes,
we did climb for a while
making moves
and arrangements.
Film of memory shows -
band smiles while on the road,
and the roads do not bore
when the dear is aboard
with you
in the bluish heights.
Remember how often
we laughed at nothings
and spent so much time
learning to factor numbers,
were then unaware -
and never would guessing -
that was to prepare
to count buddies missing.
We often skipped classes
to come to the movies
where blood on the street
and the hero in crosshair is,
but never expected
that roles for real -
to fall in the vortex,
to be stuck in nightmares -
as the worthy pawn
in someone’s game.
We wished and hoped
to stay ourselves longer,
to grow on the Rue
de la Paix calm and stronger.
Feel moment and harmony,
heartbeats and love words,
need not to denude soul
or ever to draw the swords.
Alas! - greedy eye
of the forthcoming tempest
and shell casings lay
on sidewalks, smooth and dry,
turned down the return,
no comeback,
and in silence
somebody will bow over us,
placing flowers,
still could not move lips for
“Bye”.