To finally talk

after I write all my books
after I paint all my pictures
after I meet and love all my loves
after I memorize all the clues
        which lead and do not lead to you
after all the words come out of my eyes
        with which I conjure the night
after I look behind me
    for the first, second or third time
        and there will be nothing left to wish for
after there are no wishes left
                that won't gently fly
after the sky hides in a glass of bordeaux
                and my dress is longer than my age
after there will be nothing to argue about
after there will be nothing to play for
when the alarm goes off for the thousand and one time
     an alarm clock that no one will turn off

then I start thinking
what should I have wished for
before waking up

unless I count the thought
that I would like to meet you there too
to finally talk
what was it really like back then




(Music: Killing Me Softly by Roberta Flack)