Days in My Room
by Nick Jaina
Days in my room
we sit still
and cancel everything
orange trees bloom
and wilt
with the fortunes that you bring
they see the same world as us
and they say
"there's nothing to figure or discuss"
riding the bus
we sit still
as we cross the Steel Bridge
the clouds are like pearls
flung round
the fall of a foreign ridge
they see the same sky as us
and they say
"I'm just a figure on a bus"
but I surround you like perfume in the air
notes of lilac hang there
days in your touch
and your will with the pages flying by
remember the year when we felt that the rivers ran too high
they see the same things as us
and they say there's nothing to talk about or discuss
but all the failed moments of our lives
are being rehearsed by
lovers of the slight
they're just happy for the fight
they're tying every knot
they're taking every shot
they're singing what they can
and they're dancing what they can not
their motives are the same
but to them it's just a game
Days in my room
we sit still
and cancel everything
orange trees bloom
and wilt
with the fortunes that you bring
© 2010 Nick Jaina