Bolero
By
Jude Kyrie*

Sitting at the edge of the sea,
evening breezes.
cool the  memory of our love
I see it burning in its early passions.

The waves softly sing love songs
As they break on my bare feet
In the distance of the night
Someone is playing Bolero on a flute

I can feel their fingers on my heart
The salty air purifying my senses
breaking into old lost memories
of lovers  never found.

In the distance in the night
Someone is playing Bolero on a flute.
Note by note touching my soul
I feel the passions red and on fire.

I need the sultry air to drown my needs.
Reflection of moon and starlight on the waves.
to bring solace to my heart
Now uneasy at this intrusion but spellbound
It is so beautiful soft and passionate.

In the distance on this summer night
Someone is playing Bolero on a flute
And my soul is aching