White Rose

Feet on land Heart in clouds Head lost in memories I play tunes of regrets on my saxophone And the nectar of love remains a craving Pleas sent to the skies for an immortal existence Laden with the warm gaze of my muse As he shall play for me, songs meant to wake me up From the slumber that he imposed upon me Feet on land Heart in clouds Head dancing between the two worlds Imagination and reality play dangerously Games meant for lovers solely A white rose, I seek to be tainted red Coloured with hues of passion So deep that their stories shall be recounted of in secret!