Fantasy of Music

Lost in music
gone far far away
in the bottle
of forgetting
and remembering.
Letters blowing
in the wind.
Fragments, notes
trigger memories
of hope and sand
in my eyes.
A moondance
promise over
dusty horizon,
sunset drinks
glisten night
into all it is
promised to be.
You and I
and the fantasy
of music
until we die.
You and I
twisting naked
in the bare villa,
drunk and blind –
Love, love, love,
drink and dance
for tomorrow
we shall die.


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