Love and Dust

Man, It's late!
And that "purple dusk" is not an hour, but a decade.
How long since you wandered down the lane?

Love and Dust.

Little scratches in the groove from so much play.
I can't forget you. I can't forget you.
Dreaming of a song.

Love and Dust

I was never near that garden.
Where the flower blooms.
I dream in vain.

Love and Dust

Little stars climb.
Will not die.
Now my consolation

This nightengale