Showing posts from November, 2016


Silent dreams and a sea of fireflies, tread beneath the aubergine skies, Silhouette cast from elder trees they shroud the charcoal streams, Saffron cuts into the hills abreast like ignited tides of passioned crime, Showering paths with glee, and hope and rays of possibility that's the dawn.


I keep looking in the night stars I long something from morning rays I go shouting at the afternoon winds And I stop at twilight's fall Deep and then deeper blue the sky I keep looking at her, loving, As time becomes sedate and pearl Somewhere an old piano plays, adorns the air with beautiful notes She's dainty, impassioned and embracing all at once, with unforgettable flair All I wish is to stop time, for more I live to the next day when twilight falls and the old piano plays, yet again...