Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Echoes


Echoes




I'm eating in a place,
Spanish name, Spanish food.
Someone resembles you,
And changes still, my mood.

What was it in your eyes,
I remember how clearly blue
The sea, the sea,
And my heart loving you.

Stolen from a distant shore,
The echoes come to me.
A face, a face, your face
Stunning to the heart of me.

Still, I remember you well,
And how we shared divine.
The rumours, the echoes still say,
If I wished enough, you'd be mine.