If it were not for you
It seems that every day would be
A life unfulfilled.
Winter then forever and no smile of spring.
Last night you played on the piano keys of my heart
Unlocking the silent sonata within.
You died in my arms as I succumbed to the bow
Of your violin on my mood string of memory.
Your voice is a mystery to me!
A delicious enchantment of rapture and torment
It taunts me with husky, sentiment.
Just waiting here!
For this story to begin.
I was burning up in the sun light; can’t you feel the heat of it?
Catch the very beat of it!
So still you wait, for sea to reach
and kiss your maiden ferns
and taste of your sweet innocence.
Licking and caressing your silken tresses