Photo credit: Quino Al
Time felt endless, in the twilight, I sense calm—for a moment,
My heart mourns less, I felt so—Divine:
“Can it be true, when you paint the sky, with colors of hope?”
“Can it be true; your love will never end; as long as breath lies?”
Stars form dancing side by side, I hear—love, whisper, sing;
Like a musical violin — the beginning, of a new love story:
It was your passion, inviting peace, sweetness,
beautiful soul energy, within.
Empress Journee