Our Man in Europe/Dave Delacroix: "...Till the Next time."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix: "...Till the Next time."


My broken heart, she says; till
the next time. An Overture that
Love can be pure; till the next
time: Promises UN-broken, promises
kept; where WERE you when we first met,
and all the love that slept? -
till the next time.

My sinew strained, my Soul aches;
till the next time. The very fiber of Love
dis-en-tangles. Is it a weary, long lost love?
Do the Gods smile down? And just where
does it begin? Where does it end?
-but the next time.

Sunrise, U awake, your eyes, to the
next time. There's bounty in all you touch;
till the next time. And in these days U feel
so free, but I'm like you, and you are
like me. And there's no disgrace; Love's
candle expires and becomes only a
distant friend... Till the next time.


c 2015/davedelacroix/our man in europe/piacenza-Italia.