A.E.S has done it again!
I mean, I’ve been sitting and thinking
Thoughts so vain, waiting. Waiting
For the bulbs to flicker then “ding”
With bright white light once again.
A few minutes before the TV roared
In the Bernabeu and I watched: no blinking!
Each shot, each trickery of their inking
As with art they had my heart rising then sinking:
Champions League night baby! Nobody bored!
And the lights were white alive
But the whir of electrons slowly seeping
Through laden wires didn’t affect my skipping
Ad arrhythmia as victory played the evil Imp in
This story: appearing then dipping into its hive.
Yes! the bright lights were on yet ignored
And like the well with its honey for our drinking
Ignored till without warning or tin bell ringing
Darkness rushed in to seize our wishes and hoping
And my love was gone; leaving my heart all scoured.