Smooth droplets of a bygone day

Sprout from the leaves of fantacies

As I stroll with a friend   of my heart

My soul cooks up   lavender dreams

To diffuse them with sepia

Hues of a noble nostalgia

As evening happens to me now

I wish it’d happen everytime

Everytime a bygone day

Everytime a coming night

Everytime a broken heart

Drinks the colors of the eve

It heals a little more and feels

Like the world could mean more

Than what it had ever meant before.