Sunday, April 15, 2007

from 1996

From 1996

I float on blue cerulean seas
watching alone what I can see
and wonder how long it could be
until your face comes back to me

My dreams take wing in ecstasy
the wings of song come blue and green
and hope someday the purity
of love, your love comes back to me

But if your love will not return
if your face I will not see
still yet a balding, blue-eyed blond
shall still remain in memories

copyright Roger Victoria 1996

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