Saturday, August 6, 2011

In Bruges, In Brussels

A part of me is still there

And will be;

Where I traveled


And walking

On the cobbled roads

Weaving imaginations

With the real

On a moonlit night

With open tresses,

Dancing along the wind,

With bated breath

And eyes closed

I could see the city

And walk on its history

Back and forth in time

With you

Before sunrise…