Wandering again in this paradise of pain,
howling again,crying in vain...

In that dark alley,
when I called out...

There,
in the heap...

Bright and sparkling eyes,
Mesmerizing, like little fire flies...

I am a lonely grain of sand,
stuck in two goblets of glass...

An Enigma
Black,like the darkest night...

The day was gloomy, particular rainy weather,
and for a jacket or umbrella, I never bother...

BELOW THE OAK TREE
Gone are the stormy nights and rainy days...

It was Black,
Black as the night...

A single silent violin
shimmering on that breezy night...

Every night, I see your bedroom light on,
and I wonder; is anything wrong...

As I walked home,
From a long day at work...