Each star
A soul
Sound asleep
On earth
With eyes
Closed tight
And minds
Wide open
Dreams awaken
To dance
Some sing
Some explore
Dare live
Laugh hysterically
Scream violently
Passionate sobs
Last dreams
For some
First images
For others
My star
Now dim
But soon
Shall shine
For dreams
To dare
I will
Adventure towards

Traped behind bars, shaped as my mind.
I shall never see the light of your eye's.
Who you are, I have yet to know.
But before I do, I must imply.
If you are the one to love; to forever hold my aching heart.
I warn you this, a tale of tragic love.
For the closer you get, the further I shall push.
It shall not be you, your even me.
It shall be the thoughts that shan't let me be.
Just know this of me.
Before we know the colour of each others eyes.
If I push you away, it means that I love you.
But first please save me... For I am still trapped.
Let our names be known.
Let your eyes be seen.

The frost bitten air, forsing its way down my throat.
Seeping under the covers I hide in.
The sands of time, now drawing the numbers 1:40.
So late is now, yet so far from sleep I am.
My pillow calls in the silence coming from my walls, for me to visit.
And with the unwilling closure of my eye lids, I give in.
I rest my body, on the clouds were I dream.
For I venture into the dark, exploring for some light.

If the clouds were to dance among the skies of blue, and the wind were to sing with leaves so few.
Were we ameant to witness their beauty from the world beyond, or to experience it's life hand; dancing around and singing their song?

Dreams are little kisses from the clouds of gold, that never sees my lips.
Little drops of the purity called sleep.
Unknown... Almost forbidden, to my weepy eyes.
Its unfathomable touch, a world wide secret, only kept from me.
Never kissed, never loved.
Sleep a distant memory in this sea of intertwined demon's, that huant my ghostly eyes.

Alone with a pen.
Thoughts walking along the coffee hue paper; it's life consisting of nothing but words with wanting.
Words that want a change in th e world that speaks, with tongues all the same.
Words that have lines, dots, loops.
Different placements have never tore the unity of worlds apart.
Alone with in emptiness.
Impossible feet, made possible with those with belief.
Of those who speak with not tongues.
Of those who mark with not ink.
But are alone with the many, and complete with the few.
Those that are the ancestors of the ancient tongues, and the creators of the scribbled ink.
Alone within and empty...
Alone with a beginning...
Alone with a pen...

Chilled to the bone.
Walking in a street, listening to the chanting of people with bombs falling from lips to ears.
Alone with a sea of bodies; bound together as one world.
Steps echoing the mind of confusion; that it's heard as steps leading to death.
Sliance held on my tongue, and screams forced down my ears.
Chilled to the bone, in the warmth of your breaths, that riddle lies.
As I walk in the street; knowing each step.
Is one closer to my death.