Moments Are On Fire

Moments are on fire And the ashes fall softly On the Time’s grey cheek, Seconds slouch forward, And I Enshrouded by clouds of doubt Drink every drops of sand That falls to herald the passage of another Hesitant bleeding ounce of time, Gusts of passion shake every vein of mine, Strawberry-tasting memories of being with you, Flash through my chaotic mind, Leading me on the velvet path, Which leads to an emerald valley Where squirrels of love Are on every branch Tasting the hazelnuts of being with you…