Under the faint moonlight
and the sweet song of the rain,
take away the sorrows,
fill with love the pain.
Be my sole redemption.
Be my heart again.
These words my dear affection
and else you shall obtain.
Sing me a sweet lullaby then
my world will all remain
with you.

In your dreams,

I’m waiting there;

to visit me,

to show me where.

That little throb

from your chest –

remove your fears

and begin our quest!

Wisdom and Faith,

it’ll be our strength

to surmount all

that Hades sent.

And then, one day,

we shall return

to the distant hill,

from where we learned.

But if in your dream’s

where we only meet,

please wake not

and forever sleep.

I’ll do the same

so never fret –

we’ll be together

since this sunset.

On a hill overlooking the sea,
wild-flowers grow
with ambrosia and honey.
The breeze brushes
our cheeks. Touch
my hand clasped with yours in such
poignant confidence. As more than
a memory you’ll remain
here.

Marvellous,

Ethereal glow in my *****,

Lingering… why do you linger in

Another space and time?

Nature perceives things you ought (and i

Caught) to hide in the silhouette of an illusion – a seemingly heaven or

Hell!

Oh, **** the repression! verdant

Love! impress me, suppress

You.

The heat of the blazing sun  
will be nothing  
from the gentle breeze of  
your calm and soothing voice.  

The agitated sand and dirt, flying,  
will be pacified,  
from then, time shall freeze and so is  
all the noise.    

What shall remain are  
the tunes you play on your piano;  
the twinkling sound  
of youth, of exuberance,            
          for in every hill or sea,        
          every cloud, flower or tree,  
you shall be eternity --            
          every breath,            
          every scent,  

every note            
          of my unsung melody.

Old memories have         filled
these boxes, of             years of
quaint memories.  Remind me
how it was.                      To be
filled             with memories is
a                                            gift.

May all my thoughts go
flying, like birds scattering
on an exodus.

often
when it rains
the sun was out
pitter-patter       harder
louder than echoes
of memories returning
when it rains
the sun was out  there
was no rainbow

Your poems and stories,
I have read. You
write to remember, while
I write to forget. You
write to create, and
I write to destroy. You
write well.

I have never wanted to
cross.           The bridge
was empty              and
in        utter desolation.

I could
never stop myself
to love you. Is a sin
done in solitude or
shared in plurality?