Magic Emily

— — — — — — A walk through the old town and a girl on the street near the stone bridge. Brown eyes with withered memory covered the crying soul, which wiped the sand of the past from the shoes. Heart oppressed by the coldness of the mountain overhanging the walnut crown. The Tao of Time pushes the heartless crowd, which tears the curds and stains your dress. Where did you lose your dream, Emily? And how did your joy break on the cobblestones? * Your way into the unknown within yourself is a walk by the lake of secrets. An ordinary autumn day when you borrow a new dream from fingers in your hair. A Kiss by the old tower where the chains of the past rattle. Illusionist from Hudson River, binds your heart carefully while you watch how, with his bare hands, unlocks the chest of secrets. * Kisses for the body and words which I write on your stomach and chest. Thoughtful over the verses of the prayer by the light of a cigarette at night you read the symbols on my skin. Fingers around the waist, they take off the longing bright moonlight while white light is approaching over the surface of dark water and climbs onto our table full of fate cards. * A hug in the middle of the room and trembling of the body tinged with fear. A nest full of silence delivers chest pain. The stars are whispering from the heavens soothing plan for the days to come. Just lean back and listen to what your heart tells you, that’s the dream looking for you, Emily. — — —# — — —