The Retreat of Sanity

It was a moonlit night but there was nothing calm about it. Stormy winds were gusting, my heart was lusting, for your embrace. My shadow in pursuit, I ran in the direction of the lighthouse, footsteps light as a mouse, sand clinging to my feet. And then a wave came in, covering mes pieds, then retreating, my heart strongly beating. Continue I did, and then I slid, in sand got covered, in tiny particles was smothered. I tasted the salt of the sea, then it dawned on me, it was an quite late in the night, la lune it shone so bright. There was a gentle pitter-patter of feet, I looked up to see, a dark shadow looming, my heartbeats now booming in my chest. It was my Expectation, her sombre disposition made me uneasy. She extended her hand, mine was caught in the sand where it withered. My scared eyes they gazed, with an expression dazed. It's not me you love, said she, said she, but the idea of me you fool, you fool. The romance within, within, within, reeks of idealism, quelle -ism, quelle -ism. And then she disapparated, yes disapparated, my future in her cruel books already fated. Then I heard a voice... bacio bacio, the world is fading from your eyes my dear, oh jaanoo don't you understand, the idea of love so queer, settle down, give in, choose a path and run, because spending your life at the crossroads mi amor, mon amour, that just is no fun.