The november rains

When november rains return,

we rehear the lyrics of this melody 

and others well-kept secrets...

A monochrome reverie ,featuring 

actors -as memory recalls,

seems to possess ageless eternity ...

Theatrical farce trapped inside 

a reassuring screen of smoke .

 The april rains inventing regrets

that were yet to come ...

 a few romantic escapades 

under the pre-war riviera sky ...

 Beneath the glow of a blazing  evening ,

when the final thread of day ,

unravels into dusk .

  The empty glass bears the red mark 

of a tender hurt .

 A last kiss that departs for a lifespan .

Airplane taking off  toward a non stop destiny...

To each ,their own path leading 

to the same tomorrow ...

  absence has the fragrance of that withered flower

that we journey with heavy hearts ...

  Happiness isn't eternal but has 

a flavor that lasts forever .

  Once the storm season has breathed its ultimate sigh

and after so many reaping moons ,

 the streets of the soul -silent sentinels,watching 

the solemn procession of fallen lives,

 I'd wait under the dead instants clock,

 for the november rains to bring you back...