Coffee place

For me it's never a revival -
A long direction to the North,
A brusque pulsation so inspiring
That moves my spirit back and forth.

Of all those hours under rooftops
I take bright memories of youth,
And you keep saying we were nothing.
Why don't you tell them all the truth?

We've been together on a level
Of telepathic hopes and fears,
And now they suddenly unravel.
How can I still be happy here?

Your presence, stillness of the water
And once again I learn to fly,
Of all the riches just one quarter
Has to describe our fatal lines.

Let's sit and listen to some music
Without the shadows of the past,
I still consider you enthusing,
And talented - from first to last.

© Maryna Tchianova

* This is a tribute to all the pre-war hipster meetup places.

In this poem I try to convey the message of unity between millennials who chose to pursue creative professions.

Not only on outfits as a symbol of the generation, but on books, gadgets and music that unity would thrive.

* * I use allusions to some rock legends and simply hits - 'Learning to fly' by Pink Floyd, 'From first to last' - an emo band, 'Hopes and fears' - name of the album by a British band Keane, 'Happy songs for happy people' by Mogwai, and some pop and chiilout music like De-Phazz and Gotye&Kimbra.