I dreamt of returning home
Where for long time ago
I made a small house
Of green grass and broken woods.
I dreamt of returning to my childhood.
When there were no responsibilities
No worries, no fears of failure probabilities.
I dreamt of returning to my childhood,
When there were no extra loads.
Actually I returned
through a smiling child photo
through a moment from the past I borrowed.
The child ran far away
With her small hands she waves goodbye
She refused for only one moment to stay
Neither my world is hers nor the day.
I am not blaming her
As she is back to her time
And I am still in mine
So none of us can live in the other’s time.
And I wake up from my dream
On the smiling child in the photo
On the moment that for transient moment
I borrowed.

In the hearth’s embrace, a fire’s gleam,
A timeless tale, a mesmerizing dream,
An old fireplace, with stories to tell,
As shadows dance, its secrets swell.

Amid the flames, a silhouette appears,
A vision in lace, that stirs and sears,
A woman in lingerie, alluring and bold,
A sight that leaves the heart consoled.

In flickering light, she casts a spell,
A sultry dance, a temptress’ swell,
The embers blush beneath her gaze,
As passion ignites, in smoldering haze.

Her grace, a dance of fiery art,
A symphony of desire, she imparts,
The ancient hearth and beauty rare,
Two entities fused, a timeless affair.

Yet let us not forget the flame’s embrace,
The fire’s warmth, the hearth’s sweet grace,
Beyond the allure of lingerie’s thrill,
A tale of warmth and comfort, standing still.

In the old fireplace, and the woman’s glow,
A story intertwines, with ardor’s flow,
A dance of contrasts, in harmony bound,
A memory cherished, forever found.