L’été (The Summer)

Guten Morgen! Willkomen! 
Get ready, come in haste...

our daydreams are arriving by the dozen
Lining up like little children

A walk in Vondelpark
A festival in Spain
Amsterdam in the rain
I am jumping off a plane
Open that bottle of champagne
and raise a toast -
to your favorite girl

The night is young and it is ours,
at least for a moment.

We got songs to sing,
food to try and fever dreams
a grand piano sits in a smoky room
that they named after The Doors
a place both Vincent and Jim would’ve loved
the land of magic
mushrooms and brothel beers
gifts from the holy order

Hurry then! We must go
journey down the rabbit hole
through the very heart
of the union
where they have kept
the devil’s delights
dark tiny pieces of bliss that he stole
from heaven’s all day buffet
an elixir that melts
at the touch of your mouth
and mine

oh sweet mouth
that spoke the language of flowers,
that kissed and said tenderly -
my dear, i hope you know
that there is no cacao here
we just know the secret,
the secret to satisfy -

tounges dancing like embers
and hands gentle and steady
that knew the soil
that carried the weight of history
like the trees
that waved from the window
of the house we borrowed
whispering truths about
our endless numbered days

We gotta pluck them all
one by one like the petals
of the naked rose that stripped
bravely by the wayside

And when all is said and done
i’ll come running back to platform where we met
To see them off -

our daydreams leaving by the dozen
Scampering like little children