*By the edge of the sea,
night breezes cool our love
burning in its early passions.
The waves softly sing love songs.
As they break on our bare feet
in the summer night
Someone is playing Bolero on a flute
it's soulful melody floating in the air.
I can feel their fingers on my heart.
The salty air purifying my senses
breaking into old memories
of lovers lost and never found.
in the distance.
Someone is playing Bolero on a flute
Note by note touching my soul
I feel the passions of the music
red and on fire.
I need the sultry air to drown my needs.
Reflection of moon and starlight
dancing on the waves.
Now uneasy at this intrusion
but spellbound
It is beautiful soft and passionate
In the distance on this summer night
Someone is playing Bolero on a flute
And my soul is weeping.*
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 7:30 AM UTC
*By the edge of the sea,
night breezes cool our love
burning in its early passions.
The waves softly sing love songs.
As they break on our bare feet
in the summer night
Someone is playing Bolero on a flute
it's soulful melody floating in the air.
I can feel their fingers on my heart.
The salty air purifying my senses
breaking into old memories
of lovers lost and never found.
in the distance.
Someone is playing Bolero on a flute
Note by note touching my soul
I feel the passions of the music
red and on fire.
I need the sultry air to drown my needs.
Reflection of moon and starlight
dancing on the waves.
Now uneasy at this intrusion
but spellbound
It is beautiful soft and passionate
In the distance on this summer night
Someone is playing Bolero on a flute
And my soul is weeping.*