Sapphire waves remember the story
when the sky was painted in royal blue
and made your gaze more of a dream than a memory
while the moon reflected into you

Suddenly you looked at me
and tears fell from your violet eyes
for your heart was not filled with glee,
yet I noticed what your white tears could symbolize

So, into the deep see I dived,
sinking and swimming
while for your happiness I strived,
in the dark water, tumbling and falling

After I found my answer
and you reached with your fingers
inside my picked up silver oyster
I saw you smile as you gathered a handful of pearls !

("Lord, bless this holy ground")

In the morning all the sunflowers turned their heads to the east.

("Where ancient spirits meet")

They swayed on the gentle wind like tired passengers, their shadows lied on the ground.

(" 'Round the old harvesters")

Corn,pumpkin and potato  
harvested all day long, till the sun hides behind the hills.

("With a ribbon to tie our souls")

Now the fields are empty and the rusty sickle is hung on the wall.

("And to bind love in our hearts")

*But the melody goes on and on.
-The warm harvest song from my childhood is still ringing in my ears at night.

And that night, the wind
in the weeping willow
whispered the melancholy
song of how the blue-eyed
girl was gone...

Upon one summer's full moon,
I walked pass the banks of Dún Laoghaire
where I stumbled upon a maiden fair
and blessed the harvest month of June

Pearls fell from her big eyes - blue with grey
In pain and sorrow she did complain
for her deceased lover who once sailed
the wild ocean, boldly and gay

With tender steps I approached her shyly,
and bestowed a single rose picked before,
Alas she threw it in the water,
where it serenely floated on the sea

She then knelt down to me and prayed :
,, Only faithful to my poor William I was
and faithful to the end I shall remain ,,
then upon the starry sky she faithfully gazed

I gently leaned and kissed her jeweled forehead,
but the truth to her I  simply could not tell
For I was the same poor sailor William
whom everyone carelessly took  for dead

Suddenly she rose up, looking as pail as a ghost,
Petrified, I ran away, as dandelions swayed behind.
Never glancing back at her, I only wished to
disappear under the light of the candle lamp post.

And on the following grim  morning,
I , from my old mother, harshly  learned
the horrendous news why the golden bells of our church
mercilessly woke me up by their lamenting ring

For a shivering white hand has taken  
the whaler's rusty harpoon, my bewitched Mirabelle,
A pierced heart in her watery body
lying down in the peaceful marine lagoon

So, every night I cannot bear to rest nor sleep,
Her maroon blood now sheds upon the sky at dusk
leaving me in oblivion of a sailors repose,
and lamenting memories bound forever to keep ...

Two red cherries
under the twinkle
of a fading star,
They whisper together...*

*,, She was wearing
a pocket watch,
long chain
made of stars,
and the clock
made of the moon.

Alas, he never came,
But she is still up there
in the diamond sky,
Waiting... ,,

It seemed like Autumn was just passing by
with red maple leaves in the air that began to cry
and the wind who played a serenade in the willow tree
Oh, how fast do those moments flee
Now little snowflakes upon me are about to fall
So tiny, so silvery, so small
Autumn may be brief, but when it's over
the melancholy arrives in a marigold color
and softly whispers in my ear:

**,, Autumn will live,
Autumn will last,
Even when it's now gone
you will see it riding through the dawn,,

In summertime
her free spirit ran
with bare feet
through the sunflowers
with the wind in her hair,
listening to the
trees sway and creek.
At that moment she was...  unstoppable

Concealed worlds,
footsteps,
the smell of burning wax.
Why am I here?
Why do I breath?
I can see lanterns in
the darkness.
Lanterns of life.
Young are those whose candle
is shining brightly,
but old are those whose candle is put out long ago.
But what about my lantern?
-Lost forever, as my soul is wrapped
in iron chains.
I need a saviour before i become my worst enemy,
but i don't want to be... A murderer!

,, She wore black lace
which kissed her pale skin
As blinking stars passed
through the restless night.
Tangled in night roses and
Moonlight when she slept
beneath a blanket of dreams ,,

I will never forget...

Please come to me,
maiden, so honorably fair
For you are the
most beautiful rose
in my forest

Please come to me,
maiden,  so honorably fair
For you shall grow in my garden
but with no sunlight
nor spring water

Please come to me,
maiden, so honorably fair
For your tears will soon be forgotten
when you submit to the earth underneath

Old souls are the most beautiful things inside of us.
They are a thousand of years old.
We can't paint them on canvas.
We can't write them in a poem.
And we can't play them on the piano.

The black cat
cried out loud
to the moon from
a place where she
couldn't be seen.
But from the sound
of the lonesome melody
i knew that autumn was here.
I never imagined that
death could be beautiful
untill i saw the falling leaves.
Red,golden,brown.
And I started to fall while
the crickets were singing
on the gentle breeze.
Months have passed.
I can't remember the
last time when i got lost
in my own thoughts,
staring at the old wooden
clock as the hands stroke midnight.
I feel like a bird locked
in an iron cage, desperate
for the freedom the sky offered,
although there was the
blue vast underneath.
Those who harbor their dreams
to be alone must have forgotten
how it's like to be lonely.
The air outside was poisonous
and not many gems
were sprinkled.
But the night sky does not
possess all the stars.
Some of them simply
belong to the sea.

Perhaps it was the melody
of winter's eternal repose
and her ****** lips
shamed the odious rose
But when approached by Death,
the girl sobbed and sobbed underneath the thorns
until she released  her last breath
Still Death could only hear wind chimes
as he lingered upon the frozen breeze
in those forgotten nighttimes

Last night,  
when  I opened my window,
a small piece of the moon
fell into my glass ...

Bloom,
little red bud
and grow in the
wild rose that you are
Raise your briar thorns
until they scar her pretty face,
until your ****** petals
fill the air in the night
Raise them, again and again
and give praise to her forgotten beauty...

White orchid, my beautiful white orchid,
where have you innocently bloomed?

   ,, In the garden of dreams, but you picked
me up and gave me to a blue lady ,,

White orchid, my beautiful white orchid,
why are you now all yellow and drooped?

   **,, Because you forgot me when you saw
two white orchids only blooming in her eyes ,,

The chiming of church bells.
My heart is louder.
Lines of roses guide me toward the light,
the real gold slowly melting on the horizon.
Taking away my last breath of real freedom.
Burning lanterns desperately imitating the stars in the night air
while the silver crowned me as the queen of disaster.
My white veil painted my face with black lace,
lightened up by the moonlight.
Dancing in the night as he whistles my name.
Don't make me cry!
I can see, that once I was blind, scared that I wont find
all the answers. Because this... is the last time

On a crystal breeze,
across the forest lake about to freeze,
On silver bells someone plays my melody
Hear it and again you shall remember me
along with memories forgotten long ago
and a song you once used to know
as warm as a dying ember
glowing on a night of December ...

In the land where demons live
i am an angel but not perfect.
Making a bouquet with
flowers of evil.
I am ashamed.
Far from the pearl white
symbolizing the pure
and the innocent.
I don't deserve this.
So please, take out my filthy soul,
drip it on my wings, to become black as night,
my old friend, my new shelter

My true love and I
did meet
Down in the lavender garden
Long ago,
Oh, so long ago
When he told me to close my eyes
and listen to his lullaby.

My velvet dreams
were carried across the
melancholy air and finally found rest
in the same old lavender blue.
When he told me that only
in midsummer would the lavender bloom
just for me

My true love and I were deadly shades
in the night and caressed each other lovingly
Until my true love dropped off to sleep...

Once, I can't remember,
I was innocent but so full of pain
While one midsummer's eve
I did met the fair  Rose-red.

My old mother did not fancy,
she sobbed and wept all night long,
but my passion continued to spark
as I constantly whispered ,, Rose-red,,

So my home of wood I kindly fled,
no longer a roof to shelter my poor head,
but gladly I spent my youthful days
with the cheerful Rose-red.

In the morning,  song of nightingale
made her charming face to glow
while her strawberry lips sang
,, My love, see how so blissful is your Rose-red ,,

But alas, the cry of the violin was heard too soon,
as I peacefully am now sinking before the early tide
And from the Heavenly kingdom i do beseech
-Mercy, oh sweet mercy- for my Rose-red.

Now that the sun has set behind the far pines,
and only the stars accompany my deep mourning,
there is no one else by my side
to help me bury Rose-red.

My long black cloak was envied by the night
which sent me a gentle autumn breeze,
as I pressed my soiled hands upon the wooden coffin
and only whispered ,, Oh, my poor Rose-red ,,

And tonight within this cursed hour,
I too shall be sleeping above the cold stone,
for there is no tender lullaby than the roses that stirred
around the grave of my dearest Rose-red...

And then the
two emeralds
pierced my soul
again.
The applause sounded
like the silent wind
as he was disappearing
in the cheerful crowd.
I followed his footsteps.
Far from the lights,
close to the leather car seats .
The moon persued us and
witnessed the moment when
the bird finally lost her wings
that were already broken.
Because she wasn't hit by a
white river stone, but by a
real diamond.
No one can take my freedom away
... Or so she thought

At night
when the lake
becomes a mirror,
I look over to witness
the reflection of the stars

**... Just so you can see me for one last time ...

Beauty lies in the
hope that never dies.

("I can set you free")

Although the child has
seen all the evil in
her eyes, it could only
picture her as the innocent
angel she once used to be.

("My freedom is lost long ago")

With all her grandeur and magnificence.
Now hurt but still proud.

("Then i'll come with you")

Head down but eyes wide open,
staring at the remains of
her sold soul...

("You know nothing of hell")

The moon became my sun.
The stars became my clouds.
The night became my day.
And you?
You became my abyss...

I'm looking for
places to run and hide.
I'm afraid of it-the light,
it burns my skin.
And my raven wings.
Living in darkness,
so far behind.
You can't see my beauty
during the day, but at night
magic happens as the sky
starts to cry with me.
I find eternal peace in the rain.
It washes my soul full of sins.
I feel clean even if it's just pretend.
My smile is trapped in ever
raindrop disappearing
in the foggy lake.
It's scary what a smile can hide.
I'm dying, i'm dying...
Sometimes angels need
saving too.
And the darkness, my child,
is the only place you will find me.
Am i scaring you tonight, my child?

White roses
began to grow
on the places
where you
left thorns
Only the red
rose on my
heart never
healed.
Drops of blood
are still dripping
from it
while her dried
petals start to fall...