one does not wait, for fate to take its place
but au lieu arrives at fate's door
and i take off my hat, only to you, love, sweet-
i spin you round my fingers like sugar
sweet, like sugar i spin you round my index
and you taste my tongue, naughty!
and take a bow, only to you sweet love
i spin round myself in balletic, i pray for you, love
to sometime spot me in the babble
and that perhaps, our eyes should meet
and i'll know it's you, sweet love, as you'll know it's me.
if fate should choose to pay a visit
whilst i am away, knocking at her door
like i have always done before, send her on her way
tell her to come another day when i do not wish for more.
i never could dance, but in spirit, sweet love, i am your dancest dancer
and i spin through you, honey gold and amber,
one day i'll hold you still with these seawater eyes of mine, sweet love.
(2nd December 2013)
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Blue Moon
شِعر"Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes." - Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There (2012 - 2014)