I still believe I hear
hidden beneath the
palm trees
your voice tender and
deep
like the song of a dove
oh night enchantress
divine rapture
delightful thought
mad intoxication,
sweet dream
in the clear starlight
I still believe I see
in between the long
sails
of the warm night
breeze
oh night...

there are books unread everywhere,movies unseen and musics unheard.
there are places unseen,things not done and most of all feelings untouched..

how can i find a magical brush to erase certain things from my life?how can i have a magical pen to rewrite parts of my life?