On Memory Lane with too much to give,
and in each block and cul desac  it’s all more exquisite.
Sometimes the place where you wish to live,
is only meant for a quick intense visit.

Baby if you call me at 4 am,
Too sad to even say hello,
I will listen to your sadness,
Until you fall asleep.

The sky is blue.
The green branches in disguise.
I search, I persue.
For those romantic eyes.
Who are these strange souls,
Surrendering to desire?

The little details
Unleash my soul,
My mind adrift
While others sail.
Arrive at last
When hope still grows.