at the very mention of your name


abandoned…? abandoned, but
in your mind and soul, absorbing
at the very mention of your name
a whisper like the petal of a rose
in continuous creation to touch me

©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Gilbert O’Sullivan

winter song


Mysterious, a playful flaky,
straight from the morning
it knocked at my window
and discharged the magic
unleashed by Snow Queen
with her packs of feelings.
Then, in a fleeting moment,
at the hour of a winter song
stole rapidly from me a kiss
and it placed it on your lips
like a winter’s magic mantle
to see me… in your dreams.
_____________©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ
Chris Rea