I sit on slatted memories of summers past surrounded by glyphs of romantic fools won and lost, forgotten and resolved dissolving beneath layers of sweat topped by winters wear profane anger resolute with contempt alongside tribal rebellions marked with blood Watching The sinews sweated in pheromones of restless Olympus reaching in hunger for the favor …
It never occurred to me finding myself in other rooms Dreaming through a maze I call myself And what a delightful surprise finding home in other rooms Walking through a world inhabited by two a World for you a World for me a World for us two dreams together
Like a Lover: Sergio Mendes Like a lover, the morning sun Slowly rises and kisses you awake Your smile is soft and fuzzy As you let it play upon your face Oh, how I dream I might be like the morning sun to you Like a lover, the river wind Sighs and ripples its fingers …