By the Sea

Basking in the moonlight,

I see the sea, before me...

and the breeze, blowin',

the hair off my forehead...

and the leaves rustling, 

shifting, mid air...

sayin’, "yeah, we're there..."

Walkin' down the promenade,

a boulevard of flowers,

fragrances, nostalgic...

like the spring showers.

Crashin', thrashin',

the waves on the rocks...

I leave my footprints,

on the sand, without socks…

An empty bottle, hollow,

like there's no tomorrow...

A violent swig, a capsized brig,

on the sandy beach…

No, I ain't drunk..!

Only groovin' to the funk...

and all that this night has to offer...!

God's wonderful creation, 

the symphony

of a jazz composition..!

The rhythm and the blues,

the night and its hues...

Come, sing along with me,

‘cause, we're walkin' by the sea, yeah...

The City of Lights

From my tower of solitude

I look at the city of lights…

Bright, vibrant and colourful,

a pure amalgamation of hues;

Like thousand precious stones glistening

under the midnight sky.

Tempting my heart, teasing my soul

like a hundred elusive lies.

Inviting me to join them, or maybe jesting

at my self-enforced exile.

The lights tease me again,

asking me, about the one I love.

Like a distant memory she seems to me now,

and I know not, if it was ever real.

I see a stranger

walking on the street with her lover;

a happy couple they are

and have not a worry in the world.

What is this feeling,

that I sense building in me?

Is it love for her? The Stranger?

Or is it jealousy?

Is that Stranger a reminiscence of my past days?
Or does her beauty deceive my eyes?

The lights ask again,

What I could do to return to her?

I could cross the skies,

the seven seas, if only she calls for me...

Until then, I gaze at the night sky,

the moon and the stars.

And from my tower of solitude,

I look at the city of lights…