SLEEPING BEAUTY

She liked sleeping with the past....

Listening to the sounds of silence

And she longed to have such moments last

To feel it’s sweet essence

I found myself in shatters..

As she was smiling in her sleep

She was on a bridge over troubles waters..

Never wanting to leap.

I tried to shake her awake

As she frowned and seemed to say

“Please don’t be a pain in my neck..

I don’t want to see the day…

If I’d wake ..I’d wake up all night

Take a shower with you in  moonlight

A fly with you a night bird’s flight

I just can’t keep you out of my sight

Take my face in your hands and see

How my love for you is flogging me..

I feel burnt in your passions to the third degree

Take me in your arms and cover me!

Just “call me Al!!” she said and beckoned

As I see her quivering lips shining crimson..

An angel that slumbers sweet in dreams oblivion..

You look beautiful … “Mrs. Crimson”..

Like the red hibiscus she floats in the pool of her dreams

As molten wax drips from the candle beam

The silent flame lights up beauty.. fatally feminine

Quivering to the zephyr ..that kisses her glowing skin

El Condor pasa..! If I could….

I surely would…..to stir passions for which I stood

Here I was…alone ..obfuscated ….for good!

And all that I could  do was to brood!