Tuesday, January 18, 2011

In your old town

Your thoughts sing in my mind,
of the good old days,
when the weather was kind.

When we walked the streets,
and bought fresh flowers,
and watched the sun go down,
in your old town.

When we saw the minars,
and ambled down the beach,
When the clocks ran fast,
The next day appeared before the past.

And now i stand miles away,
watching the sun go down,
in my old town,
The time crawls like a snail,
while i compose this song of bale.

Your sweet words reverberate my ears,
when you called me your moon,
and i hope to be on your side soon.