Youth

Rain
A pathetic fallacy
Marking the date
Of the death
Of their youth
And the entrance
Into maturity.
Never to be young
Never spry
Only a limited
Time remains
In the twilight
Of their life.

Language

Language lost
On too deaf ears
Failing feeling forever
Lasting longer
Than it ever should.

Communicate clearly
Or it is gone
Fools forget
What was said
Far too soon.

Is it a Dream

Driving too fast
Not moving at all
As if trapped within
A never ending stall
Performance is gone
But there’s a will to be
Keep thinking strong
Like you will see
No sooner than you start
You will have to stop
From city to city
You start to hop.
No sense in it
Just like in a dream
Is this true
It does not seem.

Fitting

Re-adjusting life
To fit what they say is right
Reality no more

A Dream

That airy mist
All too real
I can touch
I can feel
That colour red
All too bright
I feel safe
I feel right
That word said
All to fast
I can live
I can last
That sour taste
Far too tart
I have a brain
I have a heart
That thing
Is not quite true
It is a dream
I guess I knew.

Reality

After all these days
Sitting far away
It is time
To set sail
And return
To that fabled land
Some call
Reality.

Voyage

Sun shine stirs
The ocean of blue
Castro is the king
Of this island

Feral feline purrs
Street down view
Cubans start to sing
Heading to the highland

Careless Children Swim
Cool sea breeze
Havana is not free
Dark clouds form

Legal lights dim
A dictator starts to wheeze
Tobacco the native tree
Tourists finally swarm
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This marks the end of my vacation. If all goes well, I should be back home on time to post tomorrow.
All the best,
MS