In a very serendipitous manner...
Unending dreams have trespassed
Solitary walls of peach and white.
In wreaths of maple leaves,
Those cling together in November fall.
And with them have breezed in,
Territories of thoughts, hither and thither,
Unruly and wild: abounding you...
Pawns, haven't we have been?
You and I…?
In the royal game, the invincible
Configurations on our foreheads love to play.
Utopian, our phantasms of a morrow.
And midst all that, are remnants of our
Todays-french toasts-late night coffee-pasta-kisses-light houses-carnal white nights.
Is this your repertoire, your Broadway?
Your ten minutes of fame?
Than stab me sweet, serendipitous love,
And here I shall die.
Let’s whisper hide in grayish obscurity,
In sepia dusks, old bicycle rides aside,
Those lanes, let’s ride, you and I….
For one last time…
Selling sorrowful things gone astray,
Feeling down for times turned out,
I can’t change anything gone past,
While I am sure that this sadness
Beguiled a heartfelt lead astray.
During times, this went trouncing
Now seen wealth of emotions exposed.
That can’t be reconciled with change.
Neither soul’s presence stops hiding.
Aired into the wind, they then cast out.
From the depths of sadness now brought out
Visions left gone astray from fear of change
Emerge from hiding in visions from the past.
All I wish to strive for now is…
“Building love that can forever last…”
Unending dreams have trespassed
Solitary walls of peach and white.
In wreaths of maple leaves,
Those cling together in November fall.
And with them have breezed in,
Territories of thoughts, hither and thither,
Unruly and wild: abounding you...
Pawns, haven't we have been?
You and I…?
In the royal game, the invincible
Configurations on our foreheads love to play.
Utopian, our phantasms of a morrow.
And midst all that, are remnants of our
Todays-french toasts-late night coffee-pasta-kisses-light houses-carnal white nights.
Is this your repertoire, your Broadway?
Your ten minutes of fame?
Than stab me sweet, serendipitous love,
And here I shall die.
Let’s whisper hide in grayish obscurity,
In sepia dusks, old bicycle rides aside,
Those lanes, let’s ride, you and I….
For one last time…
Selling sorrowful things gone astray,
Feeling down for times turned out,
I can’t change anything gone past,
While I am sure that this sadness
Beguiled a heartfelt lead astray.
During times, this went trouncing
Now seen wealth of emotions exposed.
That can’t be reconciled with change.
Neither soul’s presence stops hiding.
Aired into the wind, they then cast out.
From the depths of sadness now brought out
Visions left gone astray from fear of change
Emerge from hiding in visions from the past.
All I wish to strive for now is…
“Building love that can forever last…”
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