The Melting Hours
Just because your desire is part
Of this night, dappled with invisible
Time and entrusting thoughts, I don't think I'll step
Ahead without know it. As far as my eye can see,
You are still thinking of the unregenerate love.
O please! Don't say that, I smile, memory and light
There was a Mozart's note, seemed to take ardor dust
And bring more fumbling hour.
Copyright © George Zamalea | Year Posted 2012
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