My Dear October, you will be full of dreamswhich spark over nights through mirth of the angels.Rejoining the hope I’m dancing the waltzof leaving and
There are Octobers in my dreams,Penning the tales on magic leaves,Singing the tune with angels’ psalms,Rejoicing peace through Autumn’s fall.When mornings paint the heaven’s arms,There
Since time compressed its game awaywith aiming bubbles everyday,my thoughts depend on coffee play,bicycle running like through day,ideas’ table could essaythrough older me, childhood’s portray.
Looking out from my window, I glanced at the skyThen I thought what makes these moments quick to fly. I wished I could pause the
There run through the timeThe rivers of dreams,While looking to shineMy senses and mean. There flew through the spaceNice smiles from the hope,While looking for
What kind of tearsdo the wishes face?Lonely through my spacewalk away from fears. Dancing with the Faith,singing to the Moon,smiling always soonto the Morning mate.