Archie Jameson sat in the dark corners of the print shop, dreaming of adventure. Today, it found him. Caught in a chilly October storm, he ducked into a tavern, hoping to escape the rain. What he found, was a room teeming with pirates.
Posts Tagged magic
Crowning Absence The air is thick.. With a musical riot.. Of dancing rain-drops!… The wet soil proudly sports.. Fragrant foot-prints.. Of a tell-tale court-ship.. Blooming into lush-green dreams! …No wonder.. My thoughts follow the cue.. And start courting lingering notes.. Of your lush green memories.. Aching with
An Utterly Drunken Dream The air is drunk With a wet magic Of her own youth The world is floating Along the music of The monsoon mist We walk along With woven hearts Waving at the Flying rain-drops Eyes of our love Dare the
The Divine Debt Buried in the Silken arms of Love, My life was gazing At the dark sweetness Of the blushing night Wooed by the dimpled Glory of a young moon “Midas touch of your lips Has turned my moments Into golden rain-drops Of a sun-kissed
A Wandering Pain A walking piece Of surreal music, You haunted lanes And by-lanes of Countless souls! Like piece of a Floating dream Breath of our life Gasped for the Magic of your notes! No wonder, death too Like a smitten fan, Carried you On
