Oh my dear friend,
Won't you call me again?
My mind has grown tired from the magic of these metaphysical travels I've landed upon since your departure.
my dear friend,
I will leave a trail of attempts until you follow me to the city I consider home once again,
our once connection was existential bliss,
Won't you consider dancing with us again?
You have Shown me your true colours and I have welcomed you into my home anyhow,
My dearest of friends,
have your legs not grown tired From these quests you play upon,
has your mind not grown tired of running from all that haunts you along the travels you plan upon,
Come home to me whenever you please,
my dear friend. Wherever you are, my arms will be open to your heart, Let's not consume each other this time, but, dance with the devils of this city, together, once again, on ominous nights, in the mystically lit moonlight;
my dear friend; Won't you come home to me again;
Time goes by and I still miss the night skies that created your eyes;
your world is like an abyss of fantasy, only seen in my dreams; long lost friend won't you guide me?
But how dare I believe you'll come to a place or play a game you did not conceive,
naive waters truly guide me,
so please, at the end of your travels,
come home to me. And in the meantime,
stay free.
Yanna vlahos
Ps.
To Newton, Our connection is forevermore.
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Giannulas Chronicals,
PoetryMy first series of poems, Falling in and out of love, finding myself again, and letting go of old pain. Thank you and I hope you Enjoy. New additions may not be found at the bottom but within the lineup. In chronological order. -giannula 🤍
