Return

The face long gone 

Waves that used to play 

The song of october sunshine

Rhythms of passions

Of a thunder, of the emotions

Of a long journey.

Of the tunes of great return.

,

But there a flute,

Stays each day, plays the tunes

Of those days, long gone

Tunes of so pure, so bright 

Like the dives of no return

A part of it, A lover of it

Like a  flesh of it.

A euphoria, so unique

Resonating only 

For the moments that

Promised to return.