Shards of glass
crash to the floor
tiny ruby droplets
dust their surface.

Words like knives
cutting,
killing,
blame the victim.

Wrong place wrong time
not true
it cannot be true
there is only one at fault.

Look up at the sky
dusting of stars
go to the place
where all the dreamers are.

we are all made of stars
cast down from the heavens
and turned into
a form we can recognize.

perhaps
we are not all made for a life
on this planet
and should have stayed with the stars.

maybe that is why
some of us look for a way
back to the stars
because we were not made
for this.

beside a misty lake glittering with swans,
theres a magnetic yellow-white
touch of charm
magnetic in the heart of the meadow
she sparks
a sun with blooming rays
growing in the dark
as a shining pin
she stays there

and her pureness tears down my fraise
freshly new, i remember hazy
the shasta in may,
the darling dainty daisy

when the doves are flying in a swarm
and i start longing for some calm
i look for the hidden charm
beneath the trees,
among the leaves,
beside the creek,
she lays there
the sun with blooming rays
giving a warm embrace

and her pureness tears down my fraise
freshly new, i remember hazy
the shasta in may,
the darling dainty daisy

The heat is irritating,
So never argue under a blistering sun,
Though you shouldn’t wait until streets are iced over,
Rage will freeze into cold, logical things.
Tear water freezing in between,
In the kind of way that makes you miss the rain,
The steam rolling off an anguished face.
When there was heat and humidity,
But no rainbow,
A little too much of something broke the recipe.

cold covers your body
sheets wrap you up to your head
and i try to catch you in your eyes
for all the things they’ve said

windows to the soul
or deceivement in disguise?
you’re still the man
with the stare of ice

my man of snow
when will i know?
freezing temperatures
turn my heart to ashes
watch it ember
while diamonds flashes

cold covers your body
sheets wrap you up to your head
and i try to catch you in your eyes
for all the things they’ve said

windows to the soul
or deceivement in disguise?
you’re still the man
with the stare of ice

my man of snow
when will i know
freezing temperatures
turn my heart to ashes
watch it ember,
while diamonds flashes