Paskuhan

As the metro succumbs
to December's darkness
and Christmas' breeze
dreamers lay awake
on the freshly trimmed field
drowned with alcohol
drunk with love

Holding hands they stare
at the sea that is the sky
they dive into it's solace -
into it's gunpowder lit waves
and star filled depths
away from the crowd
away from reality

Then they just laid there drowned with love
and drunk with alcohol
on the field that was just trimmed
dreamers that are awake
[with eyes closed]
on a cool Christmas breeze
and long December night
in the busy metro.