Every strip of my soul is aching,
It's not because I'm ageing,
I give up on time's flaccid request to give up on love and life and die,
I am not dying,
Nor am I crying.

Instead I am flying,
Into life's sunset with you in my heart,
before me,
me, myself and I are met,
but you and I are an unfinished symphony,
an operetta out of tune,
and out of time,
You,
you are left behind in the land of a little regret.

I will rein in the sun to let my love free,
as the Leo lady spills her dreams,
as she catches her skipping dreams,
before they skip away,
or at least that's how it seems,

She comes with no-one,
she always leaves alone,
in her silent bedroom,
all can hear her moan,
as she hits her sensual zone alone,
Surely being older ain't the end,
Our once unfinished symphony,
let our music play on.
(c) Livvi