Deja Vu

In the distance

When the moon sings

Of earthly ballads

In crimson tones

And across the hill

When a bird flies

Over the fears

Of mortal souls

I dance

To a whispery tone

With a deep caress

Of your ever lasting hold

I sway

To the rhythm divine

In an exquisite

Rendezvous

A meeting

Which I have already borne

In a day

I have lived before.

Prose

When i look at you
I see me through-
a weakened soul
of blithering blues
a shrunken spirit
of darkened hues
a naked body
with nothing to lose;

The flight
of thy worldly garb
shows the plight
of this lonesome bard.