Looking For Gold | Seeker

Post edited 8:29 pm – November 2, 2009 by drsamoor

I fear a solo dance.

To walk to the moon,

With a semi smile and some mint leaves,

To wander around the doors of the forgotten temple,

And can’t let my dusty self in.

I tremble when I think,

That her arms are open wide,

And I am too shy to deliver my tears on her chest,

To scream till all the ghosts,

Finds their way out through my mouth.

Because of a one side beat,

I took the pink petals,

To her grave,

With my head held high.

Though my blurred tears, don’t obey me anymore.

Yes,

The tango steps,

Carried some hopeful light,

But September said it loudly

" Flaminco is what you master"

Rain,

Let it rain,

For one more time,

Before the sizzling sounds of regret,

Takes over the dance floor.