when everything begins and ends with a lost love
what is there more in life to live and to have
………….could it be pain?
………………a heart holds in vain
words couldn’t flow as you stay steadfast with time
mystified as thoughts riddled and run out of rhyme
…………..could i be lost?
……………..existing like a ghost
a rhythm in every beat of my heart in melody and tune
Unheard, unseen upon the skies of the brightened moon
…………… could it be life to remain?
………………..only to its sad refrain
a love lost that can never be found in a thousand miles
awaits in a dream with lips on ways of a million smiles
………………could it be a wish come true?
……………………..Or just another night of blue
IN ACRYLIC PAINTING by suzette portes san jose
A heartfelt,pensive,and poignant narrative.
always tell the tale untold by words by spoken silently from the heart…thank you, dear VijayNair
A quintessential definition of ” The Blues “.
when deepest of the heart speaks it flows as dewdrops gathered like tears from the sky…thank you dear admin Louise 🙂