Sleep My Dear - Sleep...
Warm breeze trying to wake her up, I realize...
she was lost, don't know how long,
Its funny where she was,
and no one ever bothered to search for her
I remember the dream she shared with me,
the passionate kiss she spoke about - which was
so wet once and today it is so dry,
the tender hug she told me about
today it is clutched by loneliness
the freedom of love and liberty of expression
today imprisoned in pain
A love poem she sang for me
and today it is like a broken song
pricking the fresh wounds
Don't wake up dear, ...