Reading your words,
am looking in your eyes,
and listening your voice…
Feeling you as close,
as my lips are to the glass of wine.
Wish if I can just borrow
you from your friends,
even if only for few moments,
Moments – with normal beginning
but no end in sight…
No time-frame can have a hold on such,
bonds begun to last for a lifetime.
Like loose threads,
end up intertwined.
Look how the petals of the rose,
are germinating a seed in my mind…
See how we’re ready,
to be captivated,
to be en-wrapped…
To remain
engulfed in emotions,
and sapped.
Considering,
a walk on the edge,
a leap of faith.
Diving in an ocean together
and searching for a place,
where pearls are out in open,
we’re in shell.
Spending all
what could be spent in there,
while outside what passed are
just few moments…
– Dedicated to those moments that are never few and never enough…
Serenades of a dreamer... 
beautifully said. tony
Thank you Tony.
“where pearls are out in open,
we’re in shell.”
This is a great piece, again.
Thank you Maria. You always pick up most pertinent.
This was a key thought from which it all began. 🙂
Really? That’s more amazing! 🙂
the use of love, sexuality urgeness, imagery and the divine is absolutely written. It flows
Thank you for observing all the intricacies. 🙂