Leyla


Leyla, my nocturnal eyes,
With trees of love,
I hear whispers in my mind,
The sensitive skin that covers all
Is a judgment for the mass with lost life.

The gods created in the past are all forgotten,
As we sat around the fires within the storms ,
Sang songs and looked at the heavens of the skies.

Leyla, where are the dreams and faith in our eyes?
Leyla, is there no surprise for me before my cries.

As I stray alongside the brook,
I see the colors of the rainbow,
Not to venture too far apart from the sea
of feelings all for me and you.

The lost souls of kings and queens,
Created by humanity who drank wine,
and fought for nothing, only screams.

Leyla, where are the dusty roads,
Within bare feats?
Leyla, is there no surprises for me,
Before your lies?

Standing in the mountain heights,
Looking across the horizon,
Behind is all and new fabs trampling under, and
Over for the new beginning.
The dances into the night and screams of pleasure,
But weaker than the moment, only looking
For the sign of the morning.

Leyla, where are the cloudy days we stared into?
Leyla, is there no surprise for me before we tried?

So yesterdays child, with light in your hands,
Still searching for the golden life within the children
that are unborn.

The magic carpet rides are no more, and the
Mermaid no longer brings tears, for no more fears
of the day and night, all is bright for me and you?

Leyla, where are the dreams and faith in your eyes?
Leyla, is there no surprise for us before our cries?

AS I Wandered across the sands of endless time,
Who’s todays is someone else’s tomorrow,

I see, I believe in only sorrow?

Leyla, By me