13 December 2012
Teepee's in the forest highlight the ground
A table spread with yours eyes delights
Paper lanterns illuminate the night
Large comfy chairs beckon and entice
The air is filled with swirls of exotic spice
From their sleep awake the dwellers of the forest
At the head of the table sits a lone guitarist
His sweet sound serenades the silver new moon
The music is that of love, it makes even dead hearts swoon
A dancer compliments it, flirting with each and every note
Controlled as every movement from her body it gently coax
She moves as the moonlight captures her elegance
Sultry, raw and at one with the earths elements
The scene has been set and the fires burn
To be lost here forever is what my heart yearns
Lost In The Forest • Opuss № I