this morning golden, as a leafs
do you want to rise on this treads?
a coffee warm, a sunlight bright
and dreams returning from last night
now it's reality. or not?
a breath of wind is wet and hot
so golden sky above my head
i feel myself likes i'm undied
folow me here, on violet grass
and look into my orange eyes
what you remember? what you forgot?
is it reality?… or not?
ver.2 with many thanks to my lovely editor
In the golden morning's embrace, like autumn leaves so bold,
Do you dare to ascend on these steps, let desire unfold?
A cup of warm coffee, a sunbeam's radiant light,
And dreams that lingered from the depths of the night.
Now, does reality dance or does it fade away?
A moist, sultry breeze whispers secrets in the sway,
Above, a sky so golden crowns with ethereal grace,
I feel alive, a spirit reborn, in this embrace.
Come with me, tread upon the violet-hued grass,
Peer deep into my eyes, aflame like molten brass,
What memories linger, what forgotten tales unfurl?
Is this reality's sweet caress, or an illusionary twirl?