Salzburg

Salzburg

A Poem by Andre Peterson

Just stay awake until the time finally arrives.
With the Glockenspiel in time with the clock, I'll find the answer I am looking for.
Hours after returning home, after running my hands through her hair.
The room is still spinning.
I feel the alcohol setting in.
I hear footsteps descend the stairs.
It's not the ones of my friend, she has a certain sound to hers.
The piano in the floor above sounds sad.
E minor, I do believe.
A night in Salzburg never fails to tell tales.
From my window, I can see the city in an acquainted shade of blue.
I see bright pretty pink lights in the distance, it's as if the city is amidst a sigh for the night.
What beauty, the stars paint the scene well.
I hear the door finally open, It is time to see what it was all worth.
I am finally home.
 

© 2017 Andre Peterson


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Added on January 9, 2017
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Tags: Salzburg, Dream, Home, City