Listening to melancholy dripping into an empty glass
Eyes wide shut contemplating a song to the moon
On a starry Friday night, wishing so much a teardrop
will fall and wash it all away but sweetness beckons
None came… Only the spoonfuls splash splash of strawberry jam
smacked in between breads of love made with endless brooding
Aloneness can be so real yet surreal. Emptiness finds
its profoundness in treasures of jar set on mats of straw
Dipped into golden trays of joy, honey flee like carefree breeze
Wishful thinking of that one fateful day free from doodling
Hands are swinging with hips sashaying in hot pants down the aisle
Forgotten not by the sweet scent of moringas hailing from above
Fingers tap away to type but only reveries emerge, running out
of practicality and imagination decides to drop its bomb
Why the awful lot of wrong timings, the clock keeps ticking
but the task remains untouched as the screen flashes its light
The little mind wants to play even without company, the feet
jingled to the rhythm of the fantasy , whispers of Cherie oh Cherie
with dainty dots of whimsical tales outstretched like
one or two little jagged notes, No decisions dare say
Lost in a maze of crazy mystical chase with newfound dreams
Take me to places I have never been, away from the heat
The soul swings to endless blues and jazzy sails and I find that it’s just
Me, myself and wine
