In Autumn of The Life !
I sit on the bench, in my life’s autumn, at the beach thinking;
You told you would write me your love in a letter
sealed with a kiss, you said
I am waiting – yet I have lived a life fulfilled, but
still waiting as
You told me to come to the beach in September, I did
yet still waiting, you didn’t tell which September
I could tell you the story of my life, would you listen?
I could tell you the story of a life of waiting, would you listen?
I could tell you a story of a young naive and innocent girl who
was waiting for the Love. She sat every September on the bench,
Looking for the letter in the sand to show up.
I could tell you the girl grow up to be a beautiful soul with an empty Heart
Sitting on the bench in September, tears running while she listening to
the waves rolling like her years passing by, the seagulls scream calling
out her love into the emptiness.
Her eyes filled with tears looking up to the clouds just to see them forming
your face. She left, September ends without you being their.
Sending your love every day in a letter? Sealed_with_a_kiss you said.
I see you in the mist and you disappear like the fog from the sun; yet
I still waiting
~ © MC 2007