These days couldn’t be more gentle,
Live quiet and consoled,
In gaudy melody, in delightful destitution. 
Blessed are those days and nights.  
The elegance of that sweet voice is without sin.   

Time’s fragility often heals a scar not a heart,
between my loving jaded pulses,
a twilight is coming,
a simmering ray, gently approaching,
ringing again the moonlight nocturne from Madam Destiny,
enticing, and pleasingly soothing at the same time,
and where she leads me to is ever tantalisingly sublime.

Another year,
Another serendipity,
Same sparks in different eyes,
I must resist I reckoned,
but for what reason?
Yesterday’s dream has nearly dead,
Tomorrow’s eternity is still waiting.

No, I have not betrayed love,
I am only on my way home....
On my way home to love
Posted by:Annabel

A Dancer, choreographer, A researcher who specializes in Religious Dance and Ritual Performance Study. My blog is the notepad of my consciousness in the modern era we live and a witness of my unique journey on earth, in the cosmos.

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