Grievousness of flame...

¶ Breathe it my love… breathe my love… here comes the fog lo and nigh, tugging our hearts to bond forever. The day is February 14th… you and I know the history, although our tale is going to be a little different. Sometimes the emptiness in me is sweetened by the memories. In my memoirs, your voice eases my despair. When my spirits crave for your presence, I wander through my dreams like a drifter in the wilderness, in search of a soulful song…

O my Valentine, when you stay alive with your dead spirits, I glance through the rain drops outside my windowpane. It’s all kissed by the smog, smelting life thru the leaves that looked pale and dry… a touch of tenderness heal many a heart, in whisper as when you deal with me, I melt down like a dreamy child. Grievousness of flare is yet to become paler. It arises from a blistering sense of urgency and goes to the dark ceaselessly…

O Valentine, close your eyes to see me right in front of you; to touch me, and to feel my rough pelt… the lovely day has come to an end, and the time still ticks by… here I lie down reading the songs you wrote for me… tomorrow when the dawn kisses the stream to feel the warmth of sun, I’ll stay awake… And I’ll be riding many a mile to another land… to feel the love, as the lone gist of love is love itself…

Until then I’ll treasure this special song close to my heart… for her… for an angel… the time goes by, and the grievousness of flame fades away, and I’ll never ever let anyone take away the dawn from me…

¶ Grievousness of flame fades away

with your memories in my life, and

the blue crystal bell rings yet again

rhyming in my heart to art them all

and to carry each other in despairs

to an island where we sit and sketch

a distant dream that comes through

riding with a pillion on the unicorn

climbing hills of woes in no intricacy

to set forth a fairy dream comes alive

and here we go away, across the sea…