Orchard Grovesstarsdo flowsometimespast the timesof orchard grovesinto the blinddusky dawnsuchshadowed undergrowthmoving without lightwaiting for the sunto be bornonce again
Into the Light of a Dreaming Mindwordshave so many waysin which they tell a taletake me and youfor instanceno one would ever knowor have a mind to thinkthat we had somethinghidden deep insideaway and unseenfrom the worldshould I sayshould I sayyestime to saythatC * R * E * A * T * I * V * I * T * Yexist's withinso I do hopethat youchoose to lookbeneath the skinthat holds me togetherand into the lightof a dreaming mindhelp me to createdreams that live
Upon Fallen Snowto close open handupon fallen snowamidst the beginningof winter's storma contemplative momentsilence all aroundcold trees, gracefulice crystals twinklepuff of windbrrrr of chillsecret smileas door opensbehind comes laughterfrom insidecalling of nameto break this spellreturning to closenessof friends and familywith winter's magicfalling to the ground
My Cold Beholdall the timesI feel this waylooking for squaresonly everknowing circlessomewhere deep insidewhere the sign-postshave learned to disappearbehind broken fragmentsof dreams come truefor a fewunkindyearsmoments once sharedthrough voices - faintfaintbegonethe after effectsof hearing, strainingto understandonly the echoes of silenceupon this landlittle stepsthat end in dancelocked in stepsuch creaky-thudsgive birth to duston airsuch disturbiaholdsmy coldbeholdhand resting uponworn down signholding the namefor whichdreams are made
Chanceto chanceupon danceballet doesindeedrememberhow to charm
Colour of Many Sunsetshave you everknown a dreamcome true?it startswith no expectationin another sunrisesoenjoy the nightprickled with stars - so brightwhilst it lastsdoes timeseem to growstillat last?witheuphoriaso ephemeralscentsfrom unseen plantsbecome more realthan this knowing lifeasdreamlightcaressesthe silent sighof face exposedto light so brightmy eyelidsfeel blessedtonightdecoratedwiththe youthfulcoloursof many sunsetsyet to come
In Hopesuchdaydreamsbreathethis seaunder skya lamentableform of blueit's truein hopehope inhopingto closemy eyesso feelingsuch sweet kissupon the eyelid'sof dreaming eyes
Voicesuchdesignthis triptychis choicesuch blue huethe beautywithin voiceof one
ApplicationonceI thoughteven sometimesrememberedwith quite intentthatapplicationof magicalways seemedso much easierwitha younger mindit is thenthat I smilefeelingthat familiartinglingas light duststarts to driftbeforemy eyes
SimplyA simple touch and I walk upon the water,A simple kiss and I sail above the clouds,A simple word and I float among the stars,For I simply love you.
MessagesIt started with a text,from him.My heart skipped a beat;every time my eyes,skimmed over that message.Hello,he said.Hi,I said back.The letters began to fly;we talked everyday.It started off,like a tingle.Then exploded;with every text.Saying cute little things,silly love poems.But,he was also there;for the bad times.Where I wanted to cry,he couldn't hold me.No,instead he made me laugh.Nervous.I didn't want to,say it first.Bad relationships in the past;flood my memories.Praying to God;that he isn't like him.But my phone,had the answer.His message,the letters burned in my head:I love you.We wanted to meet,but never had the time.Living two states away;it was impossible.Until that on winter day,when the snowwas just beginning to fall.Someone knocked on my door,I found him with a Christmas present.He stayed the week,lived like husband and wife.Meant to be;but he had to go home.Leaving me alone on News Years,pain filled my heart.I felt alone,
I'm not telepatheticI'm not telepatheticand you aren't too,because you would knowand you wouldn't be angry with me.Therefor, you're thinking of me too.
universarylook, i understandthat this dish andthat cabinet arewildly incompatible butwe aren't.we arcover parisian pairings andstudious marches andparchment swearings and nowwe are stillflorally arranged andformally acquainted withwish and magic.dish and cabinetboth breakbefore eternity,no matter how cleanor ordered.but we're affordednew bridges to immaculate artsand we never stopbloomingagain.
TrustThe rain falls into veils that fill the world to the brimFading and forming curtains of blues and uncertaintyThe greys come to meet the azure with solemn resignationMiles on the roadsigns tearing apart unknown destinationsThe fragile lifeline of honest words illuminates the twilightPure white seagulls sing the arias of the heroes of pastWords written in the sand are washed by the restless wavesThe unbroken circuit of a promise contains the seeds of peaceA shivering soul reveals its shape in the hands of a gentle loverEvery little breath it feels like the reeds know the changing windTouch slowly cracks open the doors guarding well-kept secretsWhere the I that lives in deep dreams waits for sacred silence
SupermanHe's my SupermanBut I'm his KryptoniteHe's found his mortal weaknessWhile I found my shining knightWe fit perfectlyYet tear each other apartWe connect easilyYet find it hard to sync upI can read him like a mapBut he gets lost by my sideI watch him save the dayWhile he's blind during the nightWe are inseparableYet we tend to come undoneWe are seizableYet we can't be overcomeHe's my RomeoBut I'm his poisonHe's taken my lethal doseWhile I've cherished his antiveninI'm no good for himYet I can't leave his sideHe's my SupermanYet I'm his Kryptonite
Memory's GiftWhen the memoryofa perfect kissis rememberedby the touch ofnature's breezeupon your lipsthat's when yourealisehow much youhad lostandforgottenthis gift