Tempest

Friday, 4 May 2007

It's true

The place where the green grass merges with the blue sky
The nights when the moon shimmers full behind clouds white
Warm dinners with sparkling bright lights
Whispering winds urging you to fly
In bounds and leaps for fantasies unseen
And pleasures umpteen
Hands touch, eyes meet
My heart soars for this vision in greed
So true it seems this tantalizing dream

Maybe I'm brainless
Maybe I'm wise
But it’s got me seeing
Through different eyes
Somehow I've fallen Under its spell
And somehow I'm feeling
It's up that I fell

Don't wish, don't start
Wishing only wounds the heart

And though I know I may know
I don't care
Just for this moment
As long as it’s mine
‘Come be how you want to’, I whisper
‘And see how bright we shine’

Don't dream too far
Don't lose sight of who you are.

Posted by Pavitra :: 15:29 :: 3 comments

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