[i wrote this for someone several years ago….”Tell me who it was for,” he requested snidely…. ”None of your business,” i replied calmly, as one would reply whilst being calm. “….and frankly that tone won’t get you very far in life,” added me. To everyone else reading this, don’t mind that guy, he’s just an ignoramus. Anyway, i hope you like this….later]
My eyes walk to a place I’ve never seen
No place they’ve walked
No place I’ve been
It feels surreal, just like some dream
One blink , cut scene…. and I keep walking
I stroll through fields of spinning silk
As black as night, like white on milk
Like locks of hair that fall on shoulders
One blink, cut scene…. and I keep walking
Suddenly I’m on a ship
Without a clue of course nor trip
One night I look down at the sea
I see the sea looks back at me
Two big dark eyes; they sparkle deep
One blink, cut scene…. and I keep walking
I walk amidst the desert’s dunes
The sun beats down its potent tune
A melody of scorching heat….
.…tans the skin with a bronze beat
The skin well tailored from the finest grain
So soft that words cannot explain
With but one stroke you’d understand
One blink, cut scene…. and I keep walking
My winter’s deep inside a valley
Where blistering cold begins to rally
Snowflakes circle in the air
They dance so graceful, everywhere
The breeze - it leads; the flakes - they follow
The wind whispers through the hollow
A voice so soothing, it calms the nerves
Don’t waste time speaking, I but observe
And I could spend all night just listening
One blink, cut scene…. and I keep walking
My eyes keep walking to places new
But as for now
I bid adieu
These aren’t the only scenes with you
One blink, cut scene….
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