The beads of illusions
Were strung together
To garland the futility
Bound by it strongly
Everything is fine
Till illusions run deep

I'm going to set my money on fire 
I have too much to burn 
I'm going to set it alight and watch it glow 
Light up brighter
Than the stars in city scapes 
We will stand in the cold 
And take some time to look up
At colours shooting and popping      
For once there is something to see 
And afterwards when there is 
Nothing but smoke left 
Of dying chemicals 
We will all look down again 
And wait for the reaction of the rain 
Back to mundane

As he blows her in the direction of the sun
she hopes he will return with her love
as she picks up a amber red light
holding the stern with thorns in place
what she fears the most is the deadliest of all
no love to bring to her bow,
he is the reason she is most happy
every single night ...

Ever in the darkest hours
the days turn to brightest
with the loveliness of flowers
finding out its not real
the primal heat, a lover revealed
something she can touch, see and feel
marked by the moon, of the yellowish nights
with scared scares, with a veil of shadows
that only comes when she is alone
Oh wow, here comes the direction of the sun ...

Debbie Brooks 2014

Sometimes air can be nostalgic
It brings with it familiar fragrances
When you feel someone’s presence
A whiff of it can take you back in time
Catch the memories in the air
Take a deep breath
And the moments fill your mind
Awakening the glorious days
Which, comes rushing inside you
Close your eyes
And float back to the past
Sitting alone, you feel their presence
The air is a messenger from the past