Strangely, even today is not Sunday
I feel being warped in an indescribable state
Some call it introspection
I call it floating on air
Trying to be Jonathan Livingstone Seagull?
Maybe I need a vacation
So if you do not hear from me
I'm out of here in search of Destiny
Desi has been looking out to the sea
And I remember about a message in a bottle
I promise I will touch base with Thee
Then I read of halcyon days, I'm still looking out to the sea
(c)Composed/refined
12.01AM, wedNURSEdae, 12 Novermber 2008
******************* Nostalgic reprise...******************
Tell her I love her…
by Wolfgang
O halcyon bird with wings of grace
Why have you come to my windowsill?
You bring me a message and send me her love!
And tell me that her heart misses me still!
O halcyon bird with eyes of pure gold,
I feel the love that is shining from thee,
But I see a diamond teardrop unfold,
You long to return to your halcyon sea!
But first take her this message, a message from me!
Tell her that I must remain for a while,
My task has not ended, I've a long way to go!
Tell her I love her, and my heart is still broken,
But thank her for sending me you as a token
of love, that's within her, and too within me,
Return to the sea with that message from me!
And tell her I miss her one day at a time,
And that I remember the days, now of yore,
Tell her I know now of love everlasting,
Of time never-ending, of hearts slowly mending,
Then kiss her pale cheeks and her ruby-red lips,
And tell her you found me as well as can be,
Then return to your sea, the halcyon sea.
31/07/2005
Oh Halcyon bird from afar
I pray you're winging to my windowsill again
With imagination you cross the seven seas, no bar
And the sea breeze shall ease the short moments of pain
***It's gOod to see thee so revitalised
Post after post of a new spirit
recalling poets immortalised
I'm more than happy you heed Readers' call
That you stay, and share some nuggets, even as Eve's fall
Life is of Love and Temptation
Love is for testing and invention
If Wolfgang had not tasted it first hand
He couldn't have left behind
Such BeautLines at Love's End***
***Adapted from lines of a time past
Yes, we must search our mind, we must
Lest we forget those moments so brief
We made a promise, we must keep
One day, some way, I do remember
Not just in September
Also in October, November and December
