There was a time when neighbours spoke,
with smiles and fun and laughs and jokes...

From the heavens you did descend by moonlight's...
to place your lighted touch in hearts, to know you...

Street lamps burn the night away as moths fly...
The wistful air in dance and play, trailing...

WHO will join them to make the world One?
WHO will it be to pen their names upon parchment...

Hush now, Love,
the line is crossed, no more can we go back...

Fields of olives grow under abundant sun
granting oil as golden as the light they drank...

The moon is in a foul mood this night,
so much so the clouds have intervened...

Dead weather comes again in a dress
of clouds and ecstasy...

The dark moves on a quiet night.
Every shadow holds a candle, bright...

Lay in my lap and lie while there.
Swear that the sun sets blue...

Monday comes and the work alarm runs circles in my...
I could swear the weekend stayed around no longer...

Some things burn in open flames,
while others prey on glowing embers...