Twilight Dreams Slow time at twilight seems to me is the time we meet old memories on the City streets. That hint of a smell inhaled reminds me of old loves and good times.
It's as if the ghosts of yesterday's past whispers quietly in my ear. Reminding me,that today is all my tomorrows, don't forget me ever, I am, the voice of your dreams.
Look around you'll notice me everywhere. That hint of perfume was only me wishing you well, reminding you, that love is all there is. It's here to be embraced,on twilight city streets.
