The Kaleidoscope of colours high up in my skies
The purples the reds the gold's and the bronzes there are many
It's enough to fill one's senses as one rotates around,
My world spinning in, its axis as it turns from the sun
The little birds in our world preparing for the night,
In their canopy high above..as they flock in.
One more morsel, one more bite before the night draws in
the darkness in sight, singing an evening song at dusk
They sang acapella the little birds of our world
As they settled for the night the chorus like a dream
The scent of the flowers as dusk descends, in our world
The scent of the jasmine so heady.Filling one's senses
The red rose that scent so heavenly
It was given to you with love a gift to you from me.
The colours the various colours from reds to deep bloods
Variegated on the petals like these, there aren't many about
A gallant young man scattered those petals, as I was stepping out.
He stood there watching as I picked that red rose
I uttered this is from the girl to the poet, with love
Sitting there all alone looking staring at the world
With my coffee sipping distractingly
I found him so mesmerising as he was looking at me
I got my notebook and starting writing I think that's he
The one I've searched for through the floods through the rains
Through the shining of my days, through the darkness of my nights
Looking into his eyes whispering endearments of love
That's when my words begun
Where have you been my love I've searched high and low
You were nowhere to be found..
Until now.
The purples the reds the gold's and the bronzes there are many
It's enough to fill one's senses as one rotates around,
My world spinning in, its axis as it turns from the sun
The little birds in our world preparing for the night,
In their canopy high above..as they flock in.
One more morsel, one more bite before the night draws in
the darkness in sight, singing an evening song at dusk
They sang acapella the little birds of our world
As they settled for the night the chorus like a dream
The scent of the flowers as dusk descends, in our world
The scent of the jasmine so heady.Filling one's senses
The red rose that scent so heavenly
It was given to you with love a gift to you from me.
The colours the various colours from reds to deep bloods
Variegated on the petals like these, there aren't many about
A gallant young man scattered those petals, as I was stepping out.
He stood there watching as I picked that red rose
I uttered this is from the girl to the poet, with love
Sitting there all alone looking staring at the world
With my coffee sipping distractingly
I found him so mesmerising as he was looking at me
I got my notebook and starting writing I think that's he
The one I've searched for through the floods through the rains
Through the shining of my days, through the darkness of my nights
Looking into his eyes whispering endearments of love
That's when my words begun
Where have you been my love I've searched high and low
You were nowhere to be found..
Until now.
Connie James
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