Yester Years

"Wait until I get back.

I give you something to read".

"Don't be running in and out that door.

Letting the heat out of the kitchen".

"Button your coat better, if you go out.

Have you got money enough?

Don't come back late".

"We'll have pizza for dinner"

Melancholic memories of yester years

Paolo Driussi.

Beware the spell

Nights align

Like in a dream.

I am a wayward soul

On the lonely stroll.

A phantom escape,

A quiet river.

I am afraid  shadows weld

Beware the spell.

Paolo Driussi.

 Uptown Buses

There is no sun, so little hope,

There are no gardens,

But plenty seeds raised to die

In watered sorrows drown.

Buses go uptown

To shiny places,

To uptown people,

Six p.m., afternoon dying

Everything

goes unnoticed by senses dulled,

The day goes down,

Another, and another,

Colored pained refrain.

Paolo Driussi

 Drunk

His words are bitter 

But his thoughts are true;

Only the drunk can tell the truth.

His incoherent words fall to the floor

Followed closely by his slouched figure

And salty tears.

He sleeps on the bathroom floor,

Soaked in the mess he's created.

Paolo Driussi

 Not too sure

You and I were stories of which

I had no memory of at all,

So it had to be

Someone else and never really me,

As you claim it was.

Every breeze carries to my mind

The truth and I am captive in your eyes

Even as they wander.

Paolo Driussi

 Somewhere

Somewhere between the here and now 

Lies a place forever,

Where I stand with you in the morning sun

Beside a waterfall

And watch the river flow gently to the sea.

To take you in the water,

While our sprits soar to mountain tops

To fly with eagles.

In love is an eternity that cannot be concealed,

But no matter what you say of it:

It’s only what you feel.

Paolo Driussi

 You pick me up at eight

You’re well dressed 

After a long day.

You bring me close to your face,

Put your lips to me,

Clasp mine in between yours.

Tonight, you’re sad, lonely

Looking to unwind, let go.

Today’s been long, tiring,

You need a distraction,

Your hand trembles as you hold me,

But you won’t let go of me.

Paolo Driussi