I AM LOST WITHOUT YOU
I walk my way on a foreign path
in innocence and shyness
in a sweet disorder, an error perhaps,
A loss of a memory, gone with the wind.
A tuneful voice that raise from bygone times
like a soft complaining flute
searching for the dark depths of Pain
and for the heights of blooming Passion.
How far the human mind can reach
to praise the inspiring gift that governs us
that drained my blood of stiffened thoughts
and left a wing of vocal breath in ease.
So far I could with happy steps move on
for listening to the notes of a disclosed temptation
of the well-dressed shining surprise, an isle
with its white breast opened to be kissed.
So pleased I favour the discrete approach
of an ethereal charm that touch my bounded senses
the most graceful sweetness for my eyes to behold
when fate awakes the rebirth of a lost memory
and with what my destiny of happening imparts.
April the 1st. ©k.c.