*Bolero
Walking by the ocean
The summer night rain falls
I seek the peace in the blue night
that sleep refuses to bring to me.
The humid summer air
Releases its water.
As the warm waves
roll over my bare feet.
In the distance someone
Is playing Bolero on a flute
It is sensual and Haunting.
Its beat strums on my heart.
Like your fingertips once did
I stop and breathe
the hot moist salty air.
Pictures of you flood my mind
Only of you.
As does the music.
In The distance someone
is playing bolero on a flute.
It is beautiful and soulful.
The tears from my eyes
join the rain in their release.
I dream of you holding me
Your eyes dark as pools.
Your fingers in my hair
comforting like a mothers hand.
Someone in the distance
In this beautiful night
Is playing Bolero on a flute
And my soul is aching*
Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC
*Bolero
Walking by the ocean
The summer night rain falls
I seek the peace in the blue night
that sleep refuses to bring to me.
The humid summer air
Releases its water.
As the warm waves
roll over my bare feet.
In the distance someone
Is playing Bolero on a flute
It is sensual and Haunting.
Its beat strums on my heart.
Like your fingertips once did
I stop and breathe
the hot moist salty air.
Pictures of you flood my mind
Only of you.
As does the music.
In The distance someone
is playing bolero on a flute.
It is beautiful and soulful.
The tears from my eyes
join the rain in their release.
I dream of you holding me
Your eyes dark as pools.
Your fingers in my hair
comforting like a mothers hand.
Someone in the distance
In this beautiful night
Is playing Bolero on a flute
And my soul is aching*