Meet me in Barcelona,
The stone coffin of the Carrer del Bisbe is big enough for two,
Don't bring your camera,
You won't need it on this trip.
Meet me in Barcelona,
You can find me in the Mediterranean,
Steady afloat on a raft of salt and buoyancy,
Wearing a suit of nature.
Meet me in Barcelona,
At the cafe we saw on the postcard,
But we won't be getting coffee today,
For our time is our own.
Meet me in Barcelona,
And hold my hand as we walk down the stone avenues,
Our time is brief,
And I want to savor every second.
Meet me in Barcelona,
Our room has a breathtaking view,
But the view I am looking forward to most,
Is the one I will see when I wake.
This is beautiful. I wonder what inspired you to write this.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much.
ReplyDeleteI wish I could say what inspired me, but it is something I cannot put into words (for a change).