The moon is circular, mysterious,
a mirror image of one many years ago
when I caressed her golden hair and our eyes
melted together but now only her ghost
is blown on the soft summer breeze
which makes the shadows of the roses dance.
The tide-master cares nothing for romance
shining on me with total indifference
unaware I have grown much older
with beautiful memories cutting like a razor
whilst it's as majestic as when pharaohs ruled.
My bliss was transient, a blink of a star
burning brightly but vanishing too soon
and now gloomy clouds have covered the moon.
a mirror image of one many years ago
when I caressed her golden hair and our eyes
melted together but now only her ghost
is blown on the soft summer breeze
which makes the shadows of the roses dance.
The tide-master cares nothing for romance
shining on me with total indifference
unaware I have grown much older
with beautiful memories cutting like a razor
whilst it's as majestic as when pharaohs ruled.
My bliss was transient, a blink of a star
burning brightly but vanishing too soon
and now gloomy clouds have covered the moon.
