There in the color of the stars, I found you beneath the blue skyline,
under the icy wind of my warm tired prayers, desiring your spirit.

In the garden of memories, we began so well.
The Coca-Cola wonders, the Yamaha thunder ride into the sunset,
The thousands of people in Texas-sized arena, where you stood like a princess with laughter, standing in white, standing with me,

nothing could take you away.

But years after years, the warmth of your hands,
started to bring memories of grief, the candle of your heart,
I held so carefully, only burned me - continually.
Even my prayers betrayed me -
the colors of stars turned only darker yellow
And when I waited for season of grace - I only was left with dances of eggshells, fire, brimstone, and smaller gifts and compliments.

In my endless love, I know if we wander,
it's not always lost, but times like these
make the bridge between your heart and mine,
just a wall of monstrous cactus, locusts, orbs of sorrow,

only sadness and pain I feel.

As soon as I step away, the planets seem to align, and
my prayers start to feel like home again.
And the silver necklace you gave me, becomes like a compass,
things go well, I find meaning and peace.

From these wintry nights or darker days -
from a broken heart, we both can be mended - I do know.  

I hope you find me in the colors of the stars, in the speed of its gravity and

maybe

I can find you in the silver garden of memories,
when you love yourself again, and
walk long enough around your red beautiful home,

and if you are searching, asking
you can find the map of galaxies,

between you and I,

decades of light,

and all our prayers,
in my dark brown eyes.

Golden skies and grass greens,
ribbons and threads and legacies,
heavens and harlots, power and age.
It's all flames in the end, isn't it?
All words, all swords, fall so, perfectly.

And like a cancer, you can eat the cigarettes' so sweetly,
all the champagne flowing so freely,
And when we wait for our Paris.

Life makes you intoa a creatures below, surprisingly like mosquito in summer
eating in the garden of fire, to live happily.

It's all smokes and shadows tomorrow,
and it falls like a cold shaped drink, like a dollar
swinging, settling, hoping to be taller, but falling
in our hangover and faded like-memories
in the black morning, of anxiety and sorrow.

Just eating in the garden of fire,
dragons, vampires, pirates and scabies.
All from a broken shaped bottle with ***** like choices,
liars of empires, sweats of angels and children,
it all flames in the end, in the garden of fire, isn't it?

But when the wind turns north,
will you turn and know, when the rich
and the wicked find no more?

If we slowly find the money isn't the answer to all things,
and the battles, bills, and blessings don't become our idols
maybe eternity, will overflow, we can lie down in grass so green,
and like mountains, like kings, we will find happiness so free.

Surely in meadows and forests, witches and wickedness,
anger and bitterness, will be song so forgotten once we are so free.

We will eat the richest cheese, running into homes of orphans,
we can cause them to be such kings, alive and well and so happy.

Before the end truly comes, in time and reason, a new healing,
king and throne, with eyes so weary, knees and backs so heavy,
we will remember, like a song so catchy, a life set free.

R iver of silver blues, like a catch I found you, all the way here.
O h, how perfect your personality & painting,
- but how shortly & beautifully, you appeared.
M emories after memories, from cruise ships to eatery,
A nd like a good scenery, I remember your paintings,
N ever, have I felt so smitten by the accidents of life, but
A lso said so well, like a graven image of time,
    - "These are why moments are made so precious & divine."

In the summer night, below the sunshine,
I met you darling, here, and all of your friends.

And like you're golden earring, you became my energy
the whisper to my night, the sparkle in the ocean deep.
And when we waited for the morning song of the sunlight,
from this time on, you became a part of Romania to me.

For below the skylit ocean, in Varme Vece
between the purple, red, and blue stars, and you.
In all the colors of the blue, I want you to
Remember America golden skies when I leave.

So in the "Glo"of the clubs, or light and fame
of another day when you lead in therapy,
and when you restore the might of the weak,
Or between the wine and dine, and good games,

in the same way, my dear, you know you can find meaning
From these summer nights or darker days -
from a broken heart, you also can be mended - you do know.  

So when you struggle and trying to find the words to say,
When you yourself feel lower than the ocean sand,
you can trace these memories, and search for my hands,
and fall in line and feel warm and safe in these summer days.

Inside the blue and velvet skyline,
there are buried ruins of grandmother's dreams,  the cactus fence that seperates heaven and hell,  darker stress, secrets and whispers, but we can still sing about us and the newness of day

For the rise and rhythm the of King's song, is always playing

The king's hand spins dreams off
Off the melodies of his guitar;
And life and colors, begin to heal everything
bloodstream,
over blood stream,
muscle becomes bones, humanity becomes again so free.

But time after time, rings of planets are stolen,
and the oceans of stars become fallen like asteroids,
all islands of gold become dust and people fall like lust,
all things, all wisdom seems lost, but like moonlight,
the king's dreams still set us free despite our sorrow and fright.

So come and sing, for if we sing his song,
time after time, in our hearts we grow like the
giant Brazilian trees, and the river of hope prospers so perfect.


So let's dance under these possibilities,
and all the stars, raise your song and wine,
your heart into my hands, for I know His love shall carry us
for upon our red rooftop, we can rest easier tonight.

For you can see the oceans in the sky
that covers the Brazilian seashore.
Resting and healing the soul of the green earth.
  And so I will hold you.

For like your wedding ring,
let me speak within the quiet broken night,
you can feel the oceans of memories

here

hold my hand, then let my voice unlock creation,
Echoing and speaking the languages
of your dreams and desires, for how I do love you.  

Now see the moonlight's rule over the stars,
speaking pictures of grace into the quiet night.

In such a way the power of the moonlight stands like a king,
in the same way, I will open and unlock the waves of our dreams.

By the thousand roses near Carroll Street,
I feel our eyes can meet, like a moissanite memory.

So let’s turn our jokes into dreams,
Oh, what are you doing to me?
I miss you, I miss you so,  
What are you doing to me?

Like the Marie Moonlight, I will lift you
high like the moon White Panda sky,
like prayers of fire, I'll hold you tight.

And when you graduate,
people will cheer your name, my dear, 
 and your name will never fade,
Yet when you come back to fear,
you can take  my hand, and dance,
feel alive once again.

For like the womb of the morning,
whether seventeen troubles or three,
In time the skies will set everything free -
Just like your candle wishes on April week.

And in the summer and your healing hands,  
I'll dance with you like a moissanite memory.