Nowheres

Where the wind slows down near the horizon,
Where the set Sun rises once again from,
Close to that somewhere, among nowheres
A bit of chocolate might still be left, unknown.

What if the chocolate spoke to you,
Listened to all the cracks on your heart
And decided to blend in your blood?

There is of course, that nowhere, somewhere
With its field of chocolates and streams of cologne;
Indulging in its brass sky, planting seeds of droplets,
Droplets of innocence, faithful in its absence.