Bolero

In the distance, someone is playing 
Bolero on a flute
Its melancholy melody is gripping me
To times I must not visit. 

This night is heavy with sadness
Everything is filled 
with the humidity of late summer
Moisture forms upon the glass of wine 
In my hand 
Water drips from the leaves of the parched trees
It forms in my heart.

In the sultry night air
 someone is playing bolero on a flute
it is bringing her back to my vision.
I must not let her inside me. 
And my heart is aching. 

The breeze that carries the music 
Is filled with water like unspilled tears. 
My heart is releasing her as fresh as the day
I fell in love with her. 
In the distance, someone is playing bolero on a flute
And my soul is aching