Tis a touch of velvet
placed upon my shoulders,
like the glow from a candle
it warms and holds me tight
throughout the lonely night.
My yearnings cannot cease
with such a given token,
for with my hunger for desire,
I cannot flee from the themes
of an everlasting night.
I'll fill my pocket with cravings,
open the locket to my heart,
feel the touch in my beautiful dreams,
for I'll awaken wearing a robe
filled with colorful rays of hope.
Yana Petkov
Scarlett "The Real Me"
8th October 2006