Warmth from a crimson memory..

THE HAZY IMAGE OF THE STREET,
WITH THE CLOUDS WEEPING ON THE WINDOW,
RESTLESS FLICKERING NEON SIGNBOARD,
LIGHTING UP THE ROOM SCARLET RED

SYMBOLIC OF MY THOUGHTS,
FILLED WITH CRIMSON ROSES,
I MOVE INTO RUFFELED BED,
FEELING HER WARMTH STILL

I MISS HER SOOTHING TOUCH,
AND HER LOVELY SOFT VOICE,
AS I SIGH A DEEP BREATH,
HER SCENT FILLS INSIDE ME

THE PATTERING ON THE ATTIC,
FROM THE DRIPPING ROOF,
BRINGS ME BACK AROUND,
TO THE CRIMSON LIT ROOM

A SMILE CREASES MY FACE,
AND I FEEL SO CONTENT,
LIFE HAS TURNED INTO A DREAM,
AND I DON’T WANT TO WAKE UP…