He Narrates, The Wandering Poet
Of Lost Battles In Distant Earths
He Narrates His Lost Love
In The Meander Of Past Time
He Tells Of Kisses And Caresses
Stolen On The Waves Of The Sea,
Of Hair As Silk Which His Hands Had Caressed!
He Sings Of Her Beauty,
Of Her Velvety Skin Of Her Deep Eyes
And Of Her Soft Hands
He Sings Of The Desire
To Be Still Able To Lean
His Head On Her Warm Shoulder,
Allowing Himself To Be Cuddled
By The Waves Of The Sea
He Narrates Today,
The Death Of The Love,
Burnt On The Fire Of The Loneliness.
Now, Wandering In The Streets Of The World
He Launches His Words To The Wind
Of Insane Poet And Dreamer!