How the Spirit Singstendernessin ascensionoh!how the spiritsingsagainst darknessthat has alwayscome knockinguponour doorflamefrom candle swaylearnt to growever brighterperhapsby air'selusive flowwhere the soundbecomes knownplink!plink!plink!doesit truly matterthenif it's outsideor insuch cadencein aural hearingplink!plink!plink!that belongsto ears that feelwhen the eyesdo not seeforwhateverreasonplink!plink!plink!perhapsa messagesuch soundbringsnearor farreach outexploreunderstandthe melodythat livesbeyond the quietin solitary momentplink!plink!plink!
In the Mind that Sleepsinmoonlight's callthere is a chancewe dreambefore eyes closewheremovement of flowstarts to slowslow... stop ...nowno soundaroundto interrupta passagein stillnesswhichcan be foundupon reflectionasthe dreamingeyeawakensin the mindthat sleepswithoutmotion
Sundance Smilesaythe wordsthat makesomekind of surpriseinside of youhelpme growto knowthe way that youdecided to playan elaborative danceshareyour wayswhere silencespeaksfor all the momentsthat created the ritesin makingsuch a beautifulsundancesmilewhentruth becameknownduringa particular timewhere everythingseemedso righteven insiderainthat alwayswantedus to beseperateit often seemedsoholdonto the memorywhilst we smiledas the sun dancedbrighterthan the starsthat knew our names
Gazewanderso doesthis emotiontalkwith gracefulnessin inherent stepa shy pausecurious thoughtwould wordsbe neededwhen gazehas learnedto speakso well
Painted Upon Faceam I real?it must seemsuch a sillyquestionto put beforestrange eyeswhen we have not metuntil nowbutis that questionany sillierthan this oneI have often dreamtwithin my lifeis the heart real?when it canso easilybe paintedupon facepink for methoughany colourwould pleasea kindof initiationpretty to look atbut does it carryany kind of substancesomewhere insideI only askbecausefrom the lookin your eyesI can see youwonderingabout the hopethat I wantto believe inthat the heartcan be realfor me
In the Absence of Hopeoutsidemy windowthe worldhas windsthat showno moretomorrowdancethis dancethat begansome time agoas breezecaressedpetalthattimeispastnowsohere we arein the absenceof hopewhere the windsomehowfound its wayinsidecanyou feelthe unmakingan end of motionpausedthis thoughtbesidedisrememberancecannot hidedoyoudoyoustillrememberour lettersperhapsthey even saymy name
All the Lost Sorrowsnevermindwhenall the lostsorrowsbeginf a l l i n gdownfor theywere mistakenas yesterday's dreamsf i l l e dwith the promisesof tomorrowitsjust thatsomehowthey were notmeantto beorevenfeelreala dreamcan be hopeit can befreedomeven lovedreamsare transcendentthey are without thoughtlike a star in night skythat can be reachedby curious handsowhy worryaboutall the little thingsthat decide to fall apartin silencethingsthat werenever meantfor youor mesorrowsthey arewhere perhapsmaybecould beshould bewould bearemerelyechoesthat sometimesstartto fadeawayfor they are notwhat the heartwants to dreamnotwhen we sometimesheara songthat can bringa tearwhere for a momentwe can remembera life without sorrowsuch dreamscan feel like lifethey only needa belief in truthrisingfrom our heart
Whose Heart Listensbelovedis the gazewhere uponsuch coloursmeetlifeis curiosityboundin the eyesof thosewhose heartlistensto the songwithinthe mystery
Love for the Moonsuch coldthis night bringsdesolate stoneworkdressedin trails of ivycaressedby the kiss of mistas moonlit glowsthrough shardsbe they hollowmedieval glasspatternedwith the fallof coloured petalsfromsome distantpastwhere beneathgrass that dreamsswayed by the lovein night breezetothis placehe comesshimmeringperhapsnot even realthis ghostan unknown wolfwith no namesitslooksbreathes inthe moon so highwhite silencefar abovehis eyeschestalmost stopsbreath slowedmeditatingfor longm o m e n t sbeforeopening mouthwhich howlsa song of ululationits beauty transcendsthe sleeping worldall aroundspeakingwith lovefor the moonalwayswithin his hearthis lifethe love insidea dream behindclosed eyes
WORDLESS WORDSThe writer attempts to writeDescribing the indescribableLimiting the limitlessNaming the namelessA thousand lines of inkWritten a thousand waysCannot describe love The abstract emptinessThe beauty of colourThe sorrow of lonelinessBurn every bookDestroy every lineAn alphabet of ashesMeaningless is knowledgeWithout experienceWorthless are wordsWithout practiceReading what is writtenIn ignorance remainThe subtle realityBeyond all language
DREAMING A DREAMI have a dream that I am in a dreamAnd in that dream I am asleepIn this dream my eyes are openAnd I see that the dream is a dreamThis dream that is within a dreamIn this dream I then close my eyesFalling asleep to that dreamDreaming of being beyond a dreamThe only dream that is not a dream
Pharaoh of My HeartSomewhere deep within my heart,a pharaoh holds an ankh-shaped key,guarding the corridors of his loveuntil time beckons us to be.As shifting currents in the Nile,he alters my soul upon a sea,and in his eyes my essence wadesuntil time beckons us to be.The oil may try to relinquish light,or let dusk settle there between,but even still, we'll hold our willuntil time beckons us to be - Until time calls for us to fallinto each other's armory,and behold the beauty of a sunfrom an ancient dynasty. There is a pharaoh in my heart,and forever I will lie with he,until the clock of scarabs unlockand time beckons us to be.
An Adieu in Dew for YouAn Adieu in Dew for YouPour me down into your branches,Where rain dared not go.Where sunrise sets a morning,Above the blame below.Whisper secrets through your leaves,Rustle dreams of love to me.Between the sunshine and the sinners,Let only our love be.But oh, the twilight hastens,The day into its' bed,Your wooden feet can't follow me,Where rivers rest their head.To leave you now is torture,I see sap fall down your face,For rooted feet can't follow heartsWith rushing water's haste.I loved you once forever,And lo, I love you still,Though I could never change your mind,And you can't change my will.But when each morning's dew,Rests softly on your eyes,Know that is but your running love,Kissing you goodbye.