Lily of the valley

far behind the clouds

where things are clear and soo bright

a hot glowing raged ball

a morning star rising in the sky

blooming lilies while passing by

and I,

a hint of vanilla, wood-based lonesome

from a dim-lot room, ink-stained fingers,

coffee steam rises, a curl in the air

one sip, bitter and strong

eyes fixed on the window lost in stare

wide open eyes lost in the gaze

i see a vision of beauty i long denied,

cause who am i-

junky of words, slave to the pen

in my fantasy land, we dance everyday and sway

yet comes the dawn, and so she slips away

...

TBC