The lady mournfully plays
melancholy melodies.
Fills the empty spaces
in the dead atoms
of this once vivid estate.
Bow sustains a faded memory,
the way rain etches names
across the strained mind.
Fiddling a tune
erasing the present from brains.
Now just a cemetery
except for those that still hear
the sombre piano sound.
The sound of love that has left town.
I'm drifted back
to a forgotten summer.
One fine day,
spent in the duvet comfort
of endless slumber.
We rose, like flowers
as the sun was already
high in the sky. Dreaming
in wide awake lullabies.
Those eyes burned
into skin.
Hotter than the sun bathed in sin.
Dreaming of another day,
another place and time.
I slip into a memory
of cooling spray. The waves lapping
at fire burnt feet, sizzling
as the sun sinks into the depths.
Dispelling the heat.
Heart leaking loves delicate happy tears,
rippling across the waters, a serenade.
Sung over cocktails and lemonade.
We float on lips of emotion,
wading loves deep oceans.
Two sandcastles
crashing into one.
Shooting stars fly
like dragons in dance.
Burning bright as they flare up
a light show romance
across the night sky.
Sighs as lovelorn eyes
missed the fireworks.
Bit lips. Hot kisses torn
from worn out love stories.
As we set the night ablaze.
The melancholy music slowly echoes.
The images fade, moonlight only seen
through the shade.
Alone.
The night awaits
the ever-loving day.
Sands of time drift away.
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