Luis Gil de la Puente - (3) Long Shadows

Horsemen on the horizon
upon a hill
keep looking at me
in the distance.

Faces rescued
from battles
in the past.

Paths without glory
seem to come back,
expecting an answer?

I dream of birds I can talk to,
of greyhounds of long shadows,
of angry cats
and guitars
about to explode.

Melodies I cannot forget
hide in my brain.
And then the dance
in that empty space...

The limelight on a silent chair,
the wake up time,
another coffee,
and miles to drive.

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Luis Gil de la Puente

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