Nothing commits to love, more than a sad song That soft sung heart ballad Which comforts a lonely wine?s sip And a single tear Which drips the memory of such a dear time
You play the words in my mind That your voice has me in imagination?s grip And I listen to the soundless melody See your shadow?s face In a framed melancholia of gold?s hurting
That both eyes now cry And the wine perfumes the dark While the song softens my night?s sharpness Till diffusion discolours the harsh picture And pastel shades console me
Such is the song, the night and the wine
But I drink To my knowledge of knowing you A raised glass to such a long goodbye This life of night-times Of a song, a black night and red wine One last glass to this night
One more time? I will play the song, so I see you again I feel your sweet softness invade my dreams So the wine I sip, is the red of your lips The dark of night, all black passion While the song becomes a sensual theme of love In which we played a variation I will love you?
Till the music dies and the song is sung.
THE DARK, THE WINE AND THE SONG.
Nothing commits to love, more than a sad song That soft sung heart ballad Which comforts a lonely wine?s sip And a single tear Which drips the memory of such a dear time
You play the words in my mind That your voice has me in imagination?s grip And I listen to the soundless melody See your shadow?s face In a framed melancholia of gold?s hurting
That both eyes now cry And the wine perfumes the dark While the song softens my night?s sharpness Till diffusion discolours the harsh picture And pastel shades console me
Such is the song, the night and the wine
But I drink To my knowledge of knowing you A raised glass to such a long goodbye This life of night-times Of a song, a black night and red wine One last glass to this night
One more time? I will play the song, so I see you again I feel your sweet softness invade my dreams So the wine I sip, is the red of your lips The dark of night, all black passion While the song becomes a sensual theme of love In which we played a variation I will love you?
What a wonderful gift you have - your words flow like a gentle stream trickling over rocks now smoothed by the water. The depth is deceiving from shallow to endless depth.
Thank your for all of them.
Aimee Fla
What a wonderful gift you have - your words flow like a gentle stream trickling over rocks now smoothed by the water. The depth is deceiving from shallow to endless depth.
