Many moons ago so dwelt a heart,
Once loved in a fantasy,
once lived in the same fruity location,
lives there no more,

If I could see me in your bed,
if I could get inside your head,
or under your skin,
there maybe a chance,
that we could tango in the night time.

The stars might bravely dance for us,
and if they dared to try,
the moon may smile,
the flowers may open wide,
the days may be jolly,
the outlook bright.

But,
I can feel nothing,
not even a drop in the ocean,
the ocean of life.

So,
still I sit ,
I sit here,
here in my insular world,
the world of my space.

For the first time ever,
this feeling is grand,
a million dollars,
and the prime part of my space,
is that it's mine,
mine and mine alone.

Unless by weird profound attraction,
by chemistry in invention,
maybe,
just maybe,
if by chance,
I can envisage myself curled up in your bed,
then chance and I may take a gamble.

Now is not the time,
for me and anyone.
This love bird's flying free.
(C) LIvvi