Memories of Tenerife
By Natasha Jones
As I was leaving
I remember feeling
like It was all a dream
Like it was real
Until I disappeared into the candy floss clouds
Homeward bound
With my blue suitcase
and playful heart full of memories
Starry skies before dawn
Palm trees flickering
Gentle wind
Limerence
Sun kissed skin
And none of this would have existed
f it wasn’t for a last minute decision
Made on a whim
When things didn’t make any sense
It made the most sense to go
And when things didn’t go as planned
I learned to dance
Like we did at 4am
on those hot October nights at La Bowie
Not all those who wander are lost
But I think I am
But then again, maybe we all are and I’m just not afraid to admit it
The same way I’m not afraid to love like a poet
And why would I be?
I feel too much to live a lukewarm life
Sunset stretched across great expanse
Even an eternal Summer is destined to come to an end
When the cliff left my peripherals
I was drifting on a precipice
Living somewhere in between
Reality and dream