Aquamarine
You say…..
Is it me….
Lost your faith
To believe
Another day, washed away
adding lines to your face
Castle lights
Heavens steps
Through the sky
to Marrakech
Another day, passed you by
As you grew old and tired
Over tumbling mists winter’s cold has her grip
Sheets of Aquamarine curtain sapphire in a dream
Summer Cottonwoods make me think of you
As you say my dear….please believe
please believe
So gasp the perfume air, there’s not an hour you aren’t there
On a tile floor falls white silk drapes, a fire burns past the iron gates
Moroccan red on garden heights, your voice sets sail on the wind at night
Through terrace walls and palmetto trees, candlelight’s and tapestries
Over tumbling mists winter’s cold has her grip
Sheets of Aquamarine curtain sapphire in a dream
Summer Cottonwoods make me think of you
As you say…as you say….please believe.
This is probably a song or just something I was writing. Not really sure.