But not wandering lost
Not hopefully lost
But completely lost
Till I can find myself no longer.
Merely exists, merely acts.
No questions, no answers.
No thoughts, no fear, no love.

You are just my fragile dream
My butterfly dream
My dandelion love
The elusive hummingbird among
Twigs and leaves
The illusive flower within the
Murano glass
That can only be reached when
Shattering

Not to be chased
Not to be touched
Not to be caught
Without escaping
Without breaking
Without losing

Still I tried to chase it
Tried to caress it
Tried to catch it
Tried to love it
All the while losing it
Losing myself
Running towards
This mirage of a love
As I get blown away
By the wind of impossible things
And storms of self-deceiving affections
Till I am merely a handful of stardust
Breaking
Escaping
Eventually blending in
Seamlessly
Within
The Desert of Lost Dreams

I will be your last leaf
Until it falls on the eighth day

I will be your crescent moon
Until it falls into the
Midnoon waves

I will be your lighthouse
Until all land becomes
The sea

I will be your smile
Until every smile
Dies away

I will be your tea
Until the world
Only drinks coffee

I will be your silence
Until the world only
Speaks French
And all voices fade away.

The curvature of your smile
Is a scythe or a dagger to my heart
When it's straight
It stabs me with fierce and merciless
Fear and sorrow
When it's a summer night's crescent
Moon
It still wounds me with
A hollowing absence
Of its breathtakingly
short reign.

Still
I embrace it
I rush right in
And let your scythe pierce
My soul again and again
Because without it
Without your smile
I'd be numb
I'd be empty
And brimming
With nothing
But pain.

I can never be your shielding oak
But I will be your last leaf.

I live my uncertainties in life
Following invisible cues
Different signals in different hues
A twinge here and there
And uneasiness blooms and heals
When I follow the steps
That leads me back to you.

In the morning he was born:
Innocence, an inexperienced child

He lifted his head
He crawled, he stood
He fell, he understood
That the promised dream is nothing
But a Dream within a Dream

So before the dawn of dusk
And before the dusk of dawn
In the morning,
He left the Earth, and headed for the moon
Leaving me in despair
Yearning for the inevitable doom.