Doesn't matter if I am mighty grace
Doesn't matter if I preface ace
Doesn’t matter if pledge sacrifice
Qui sera Qui sera....
Despise lonely tonics and single shadowsWalk not in front, Walk not behind
Walk beside !
Qui sera Qui sera....
Sweet breezes of spear mints
glimpses of crimson tints
Hazel views of innocent stares
Beige curves and blue scarves
crash those lonely tides, For..
Qui sera Qui sera....
Distant wails of a lonely Banshee
Dallahan goes by as a thoughtless bee
No, it's not a lost soul
It's start of a search
Trying out to reach, For..
Qui sera Qui sera
Melody of sweet voices and euphoric pipes
garden of mercury flowers and white spaces
Harmonic drums to the chants of blessed prayers
Floating dreams of a running wind
Feels like the silence inside the aura, For...
Qui sera Qui sera.
Lost in purple blues of thoughtful reds
search myself in breezes unknown
Realize, my trail begins with the sweet breeze of spear mints
Shadowless images of spread wings
Angels or mermaids - Does it matter?
Qui sera Qui sera
Qui sera - Who will be?
2 comments:
Ha ! Never thought Qui sera would find a place in thoughtful poetry, nice work Jay ! you are getting in to my regular read list..
Thanks Amy, it was a blast to write this one -- since my mind was in a state of travel and memoirs of my stint in a beautiful island called Mauritius seemed to run old black and white movies in my mind's eye :)
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