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Inspired by song "Mystery Of The Heart" 
of Hughes Turner Project (Album 1)


In the flushing garden path 
we walked entranced,
the scarlet sun with the spectrum of dawn 
held us within the sequined mist 
of the sparkling sky.
You saw my heart contoured 
by the crimson curves of mystique cloud,
but not for very long,
for the rainstorm dissolved the sky,
you disappeared beyond the rainbow arch.

Over the waves of the desert dunes, 
we trudged with rhythmic excitement,
until on reaching the verdant oasis 
you melted away like mirage,
swept away by the desert storm of yearning, 
stowed in opaque oblivion. 

On the silver sands of the deserted dunes 
we traced the entwined fervent footprints. 
The rolling sand waves adorned 
the pearly lattice on your ivory feet.
As the tide of time erased my trail,
you now walk with poignant impulse
through the miasma of cascading moonbeam 
that has enveloped my love for you. 

The dazzling dawn of my desire veneers 
your heart’s horizon with halcyon hues,
spreads the sunburst tinges 
of my timeless longing for you.
Your emotive spectrum of colour 
painted a long time ago,
the panorama of the golden garden  
in my heart’s canvas, 
blooming with the luster of love, now lost. 

Flowing in the captivating current 
of your magnetic attraction,  
my possessed passion sails 
to the moonlit bay of beguiled splendor,	
where your elfin image embroiders 
the constellation of stars in the sky 
of my furtive heart,
where I preserve the stellar shine.

On the trail of sorrow I trudge my life through,
wander aimlessly in the wasteland 
of waning memory of the time past.
The splinters of my mystique heart sigh silently,
searching for you in the ruins of crumbled dreams,
as the sparkle of your smile
still lingers lighting up the desolate garden path,
wrapped with the wilted leaves of winter.
Their rustle echoes your songs for me, 
long lost beyond the still shore of silence.	

When in the seraphic spring 
you’re embraced by euphoric exuberance,  
you will never know 
the secrets of my pining furtive heart,
how much it misses your world,
where I want to be before I walk the last mile.
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