#93 a night in the mansion
I was wearing a formal suit, the one that I've been kept at the deep corner of the wardrobe. Though a bit dull, but I managed to style it up a little bit, according to the recent rules of fashion statement.
Here I was, at the front gate of a mansion,
up on the hill, overseeing the city below,
dwindling my character in this sea of echelon,
it was never my intention, but I took it slow.
And slowly I walked up through the front garden,
well lit beautifully by street lights with flowers, renaissance-like motives,
the garden filled with maintained works,
even the gravels, very well maintained.
Adhere to the protocol, I followed the path to the inside.
I didn't know what's hiding in this colossal mansion.
Fate.
Started to reveal itself,
from the moment I stepped in.
Oh, can you hear the music? A piano piece that filled up the scene, completing the mood, the venue, the lighting, the crowds, and all mixed in this glorious formal event.
All in unison.
I could hear businesses, scandals,
word play to try to one up himself before the others,
laughs at the game table,
and stories of success veterans.
I got bored easily. So I made my way to the buffet,
then my eyes caught a figure standing there,
at the corner of the room.
Unsure, uneasy,
unrest in dissatisfaction.
It was you, and you glanced and quickly you pull your vision away,
your head turned slightly.
Your lips carved a small smile,
that needed extra attention to be recognized.
You thought I didn't know you played your lips, did you?
However, I respected your action,
that we'd rather communicate with bodily expression.
That night, drowned by the unknowing people,
we talked for hours meters far apart,
it was really a great night.
Well, it had been really long time since I last saw you,
hope that we could one day have a wonderful verbal communication one.
It certainly was, lovely.
Here I was, at the front gate of a mansion,
up on the hill, overseeing the city below,
dwindling my character in this sea of echelon,
it was never my intention, but I took it slow.
And slowly I walked up through the front garden,
well lit beautifully by street lights with flowers, renaissance-like motives,
the garden filled with maintained works,
even the gravels, very well maintained.
Adhere to the protocol, I followed the path to the inside.
I didn't know what's hiding in this colossal mansion.
Fate.
Started to reveal itself,
from the moment I stepped in.
Oh, can you hear the music? A piano piece that filled up the scene, completing the mood, the venue, the lighting, the crowds, and all mixed in this glorious formal event.
All in unison.
I could hear businesses, scandals,
word play to try to one up himself before the others,
laughs at the game table,
and stories of success veterans.
I got bored easily. So I made my way to the buffet,
then my eyes caught a figure standing there,
at the corner of the room.
Unsure, uneasy,
unrest in dissatisfaction.
It was you, and you glanced and quickly you pull your vision away,
your head turned slightly.
Your lips carved a small smile,
that needed extra attention to be recognized.
You thought I didn't know you played your lips, did you?
However, I respected your action,
that we'd rather communicate with bodily expression.
That night, drowned by the unknowing people,
we talked for hours meters far apart,
it was really a great night.
Well, it had been really long time since I last saw you,
hope that we could one day have a wonderful verbal communication one.
It certainly was, lovely.