Let us go out through the window to a World that isn't there
through the pages of a story book
where people really care.
To the mountains and the valleys
to the places far beyond
where the writing on the pages permanently forms a bond
and the reader and the writer
get to know each other's mind.
Let me take you through the window and I think that you may find
that the magic in the mirror
is the magic in your mind
and those feelings of abandonment
are tents upon a plain
where red dinosaurs and dragons play an everlasting game
in the stories
you can read as they bleed into your brain.
There's a widow and a farm boy that scrape a living off the land
there's a princess in a castle
and a military band
there are savage tribes in jungles where they scribe upon the trees
there's another place out somewhere where there's a thank you and a please
through the window where a pane was broke
a word was spoke
a book was wrote
is where we need to be
and we need a bit of candlelight
to light the way to see
another magic place the wizards call the wizard library
and I think that you may find
that the magic's in your mind.
Where the words are bled across your eyes and every line is the surprise and nothing ever lives or dies
I think that you may find
a bit more magic in your mind.

If i could
I'd bake you a heart
shaped cheesecake with strawberries,
I'd buy you a hundred roses.
I'd be by your side today
and celebrate your birth
with kisses and pearl necklaces
musical boxes
adorned with diamonds.
I'd take you in my arms
like I wish I could.
And never let you go.

Happy Birthday, my love,
my dearest.
Blow out those candles now,
and wish what I am.

I love you.

you me and
blue
transitions
and far off horizons painted with wishes
one day....
we always say

tracing palms with fingers
soothsaying or prophesizing
cards played
wide-eyed amazed
grazing at life's tender
shoots

when as always it all
is so much simpler
than the mortal life
absolves on
a daily day all
tormented coiled inside
are ten million squirms
for every cry

never one answer

but one eternal theme
that rose blossoms true
and the vernal winds cool
once came a blue
on a storm's distal
view

and for every glint
of the sun comes a
distant hologram on the eye
a corresponding elegant
glow that lasts

into your visage a sign
that not all life and reality is
destined at once
to be recognized
just take things at face value a wary grace
faith if you will

and see
the sky
blue

that's all  my wisdom