There is a Dream, Amsterdam
A small place of comfort,
There is a dream, where I am living in Amsterdam
I often seek it out for comfort, a feeling always chased,
When watching the news or,
Like clockwork, when a bicycle bell would ring,
I am there, on The Lindengracht, in green scarf and a red shoe.
The canals bustle, barges carry weary eye’d foreigners and bright, bubbling children.
After writing and sitting at cafés in the cold sunlight,
I pull my body back into my skin,
Surrounded by music, and laughter, and the ebbing darkness,
I am whistling to the moon,
Daring it to come down and dance with me,
And together dip into the sudden, bustling evening.
This was my imagining of a happier, quieter, life
A comfort that I often overrun with fleeting hopes of reality.
About the Creator
Alyssia Balbi
Hey, I am Australian and I am around 22 years old...I love to write, on my deck, with a cup of tea...this is just my being really, I am sure you will not judge. Thank you for coming here.
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