Treasure Island

Waltz For Zizi

(7 march 1988)

With Its Chandeliers, and Moon


Not many words left to say
only kisses, to touch
your blood coloured lips.

It's windy in your heart tonight,
again, I came with kisses
only for your lips to taste.

But It's hopeless, I feel
I cannot find you anymore
under the sheets,
and no trail of clothes
on the floor
to lead my steps, to you.

I think I'm ready, to forget you
as today is snowing again on us
but mostly on me,
and your kisses, aren't finding my lips anymore.
But how can they,
without leaning forward, in my way.

Again, I must end it too soon.
Night is here, with its chandeliers,
and moon.

The stars have dreams too, my love
I've seen them dreaming.
Above our kingdoms, they're not dreaming of love, but of war.

Submitted: Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, March 27, 2013
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