Midnight Blues

01.06.1998

She opened the door of her eyes,
Absorbing inside the morning colours
And the breeze of a dream.

The light sweped off the music
Playing in the back of her mind,
Breaking into small pieces of memory
The beauty of a midnight fantasy.
The silence conquered the atmosphere
With it's sharp acoustics,
Contrasting with the rithm
Of the sweet, soft blues
That enchanted the night before
With a scent of heaven...