Surrounded by opportunities Which have been given Laid at my feet but I need to be forgiven Because I burn them as offerings To my self for filling prophecy of pain insane, I wonder whether I will receive them again the world draws out the worst in me If I am surrounded by arseholes cursing me then won't I can't just give in.
Or is my life just a sin? A tall tale of talent for sale I move like a snail when I should hunt like a bear I stare at advertisers glare at posters the only person who can change my life is me I alone hold the key But in the mirror the reflection I see Is taunting the shy retiring me and he keep my status quo By keep taking the punches low If I was boxer I be rocky On the ropes An eloquent man but also a joke...
Behind the door of studio flat Lies a man fighting. Everyday a battle goes on in his head But instead of giving up or giving in He seeks adventure instead He thinks life is seeking our truth or the story behind the fact or fiction He says life is not always what goes on in your own head Life is a needle making a rich tapestry with a thread Maybe it's affected by your heart more than your head We all make it up in some way From the sun to the light of day From the moon to the shadows From animals to insects From rock to beach Life is a movement a dance to teach But in that dance we all play a part Whispering thoughts across our words from our hearts Born of lofty brains and souls We all have roles In the dance of life Our heart beat is like a drum Beating in a rhythm more complicated than drum and bass Smiles are put across our face When we realise we are as important as anyone In the movement of the earth The star dust made conscious We walk around the place We are faces lighting up Drinking from the waters of realisation our cup The universe made real Each day this man feels the rhythm The movement of life Each day is a wondrous sight Just to be alive and it is gift To be born and arrive into this existence or expanse Life like he says is a dance...
I am not the answer To your prayers But a man who cares Is worth more than any acquaintance's blank stare It's worth more than the fakery of an acquired smile Than any piece of clothing diamond studded Than all the tea in China cup you can drink I am worth more than an expensive meal A steal compared to people who rip you to shreds behind your back A anti depressant without taking a pill A person who will care for you when you are ill and yet I am judged like a book with a cover that doesn't stand out You won't even pick me up off the shelf My life has high mountain highs and precipice lows and still you won't ask how's my day been Cause your caught up in your own life We've got two ears to listen to one mouth That's an equation worth remembering As my tears go south down my face As I get lost in life's rat race and lose my heart like so many have before So please knock on my door Give me a bell We all exist in our fragile shells.
is this the end? or a new chapter caught between despair and rapture I want to seize what I have been given let go of the past and be forgiven if karma is a bird I never meant to harm her it spurs me on the chances I make my foundations shake but i know I am made of tougher stuff still I know I have strength of will.
Where did you go defender of man? Did I really understand? your pain, which is plain on your face you spoke about the women I would love after 16 this is a messed up dream if I can’t love princess 6 but maybe i was a bit of ***** and I took it for granted that love is a seed planted and doesn’t get strangled by weeds or by its unfulfilled needs love is rare It’s a jewel we stare at in life’s shop window too often we put the people who love us in the bin though..
I am a white Labrador I don’t like other types I bark and I bark and I bite I am a white human I don’t like people of other shades I load my gun and sharpen my blades I am a husky I like to play I tussle I hustle and bustle with other dogs all day I am a human being I see that we are all different but the same blaming other people is a playground game I am an alien we been through all these struggles On our planet we recognise that variation is fun and not trouble and variation is also causes beauty in strange ways we don’t come to fight we come to observe your planets creatures But we are light years away but we’d like to teach you.
An anti racism poem variation is the spice of life
All we have is time No reason just rhyme Set in stone in time in time itself Time to write a best seller to sit on a bookworms shelf Time to walk in amongst the trees which is good for your mental health Time to jump, sing and dance Time to play games of chance Time to breathe and believe in meditation Live life without agitation The clock is ticking ticking away What will you do with your day?
I almost loved you with all my heart love enters then it starts In the daydream of souls In the pages of a diary In the thoughts of a madman A sad man from all his almosts Love never surrenders It is our ghost.
Always been weird always been feared Difference is a reference For hating what you don’t understand I don’t wish to be understood I am lone tree standing against the wind I don’t wish to be uprooted or muted by the silence . Unlike ink I cannot be diluted in water tears shed I am better off being alive not dead but I have died many times in my own head Always been a freak, a geek, unsaid untamed but I won’t be shamed into being a sheep Better to be a creep for my muse this is life a choose Wisdom given a voice a choice to be that different a reference for being special a creature feature a king of his alien nation but I won’t be bored I am a man of a sword and I will strike you with many words which hang in your stale air despair all who hear my words.
Apocalypse redux Interacting with our tear ducts. We fly our flags Until they are draped on our coffins While weapons are tested by boffins Sold to our enemies Who fire them at us While pop stars can only sing Insipid love songs What happened to protesting? That's right we have give notice to the powers that be The government which seems to control the BBC So protests don't get reported We are more interested in who gets deported Than helping mankind We bombed their countries to the brink of annihilation Is there no room in our nihilism? That is in our souls We are more short sighted than moles Love is only favouritism when we don't extend it to all of the human race Compassion has died God cradles their face.
Through history are we distinguishable What is the principle difference Do we need a reference? Human beings two legs Wait what about paraplegics Two eyes What if they don't work? You tell me to stop being a ****! What about arms and hands Don't monkeys have them too What is human about you? A humans conscious thoughts legendary But what is scary is that we form packs Smoke ***** get high and die Follow our leaders like sheep Morality isn't that deep The Majorities rules ok They say that atoms are interchangeable But are they unique Is there are creaking reality Under the microscope As we **** on our spliffs And forget we ever thought of this Try to forget as we spin out On an ever changing axis Like the earth we live on Like the merry go round I want to get off My heart is beating uncontrollably I try not to cough For fear of being sick Atoms between me and you And I don't want to be a **** I change the tv channel On to something less learned As my mind fashions more questions To things I know more about Or do I?
Atoms getting high sick sheep microscope spliffs heart beating uncontrollably consciousness human legs eyes
You're gold? Yeah gold plated What's underneath your skin? Abbreviated Silence longing Life sold cheap You reap what you know Selling yourself Where is it getting your mental health? To be a make up covered scar Instead of a star Chain smoking to fill your time Life is lived through the eyes of grime We are in your little band Miserable we still don't understand Life in conflict makes a good story You tell yourself I don't want to be ordinary Debt ridden though and poor You're fighting your invisible war and yet the people and the politicians don't care anymore You tell yourself it'll get better The glass half full to aspire Lights your fire are you burning bright Or burning away
Don't look into his eyes, look down He's bigger than you and he wears a frown You can't rely on your fists Fighting is not your gift you are not action man or a superhero Violence won't win the day your too proud to cry and tears hide behind your eyes stiff upper lip has you caught behind it.
You have no rights as a father You hope to God she won't take your children away Being a Saturday Dad is not ok Your insecurity is she find someone better than you Is love enough will it do?
Be a friend to yourself When friends let themselves out the backdoor with out saying goodbye and the things they told you were well meaning lies Be a friend to yourself above all and walk tall open your eyes and be wise learn to love the beating of your heart turn the page on rage make a new start respect yourself and your actions be the change you want to see in others Be a loving friend to people your sisters and brothers but love yourself in the truth of knowing that sometimes you are alone no body to hold no body to phone so have compassion on you like you do on other people may you be defined by the way you treat people and yourself because your mental health is your wealth.
There is longing behind your eyes A choir of whys spoken, yet the silence isn't broken My saviour syndrome sits on white horse A knight or nightmare? I blame myself in the garden of blank stares I stand alone, does anybody care? Alone in the crowd My only shroud or veil Is the madness on which I sail The forlorn hope A ship without sails It's mast clenched by the winds fingernails Every moment either contradicts Or affirms I am having one of my turns Reason the truth burns.
Intravenous agnostic religious blood pumped into our veins staining our blood with shame love beats in our hearts the same love that beats in other peoples from housing estate to church steeple we were born to love as one people we are the universe made conscious our conscience is our conscious love may look to the stars above but we are as much born of the stars as we are of the earth or Gaia and anyone who says that you only go to heaven if you believe in jesus is a liar no one can put out the star shine in our hearts we are one just like the white light from the sun just refracted into many like the rainbow individuals feeling pain although the pain is not knowing or feeling that oneness with the universe our mother our father yin and yang the clues are all around us we may curse and cut but we must trust in one another...
They drop bombs Destroy countries infrastructure For oil and gas we are prepared to **** If it is the will of people the people are ill But the rich live long and prosper While the poor and refugees die in the droves Stoking the fires of **** If we are human why are some people are just shells Selling their souls just to get rich Sold an dream that we all can Social mobility just a scam Toxic waste from computers phones and plastic We now need them to survive Waiting for a future end While carelessly we die.
Do you think they will ever care? the rich and powerful and the big banks own us with their guns and tanks will they care when we are gone?
they siphon our money through a straw Just so they can get richer through the profits of war on everyone including the poor and disabled the immigrants and working class able
We are slaves to the rich in this so called Christian country full of those who would spout forth I speak of my discourse but wasn’t it Jesus who said that it is as difficult as a camel to go through the eye of a needle as a rich person to go to heaven the hour is getting late it’s way past quarter past eleven Or is the doomsday clock wrong we live on knife edge don’t tell us we are strong In being poor heaven can wait for our souls we need to be cared for...
You can't see beyond the cover Of this book The preface, the synopsis is great but you won't even look There is imagery inside which is breath taking and blinding gorgeous. But will never be read you will buy a book with a flashy front cover Never even see me as a potential lover I could be all you wanted But my love for you is an ellipses... Or a full stop. Because it can never be because you believe the thin surface of skin is more inviting.
Mitosis of hearts Joined from the start God is a rainbow and the white light We are him and her Every shade together white and pure in dreams and memories In happy thoughts we pray for Love and light is in us all.
Explosions onto the page Instead of rage. The pen stems the violence Scribbling kills the silence Sometimes this skin and bone Is a cage. The war we rage is to be heard The pitter patter of words Which fall like rain Permeates our soul Like small explosions of raindrops Which explode onto skin and the ground.
My tea is lukewarm My tone of voice forlorn I would have a girl friend but I have sworn I will be free and I am too childish to bear any responsibility My tv is five years old and doesn't have ultra HD It also pains me it doesn't do 3D My clothes have holes but they are not designer fashion I have been told to spend so I do not save I grow depraved not being thankful But that is what I have been taught by advertising So why is it surprising I am depressed and unhappy? I definitely not a happy chappy When my wifi doesn't work When my cds are scratched When my socks don't match When it rains I am disgusted The weather man is someone I trusted and yet I live a life that others would **** for Still I don't see further than my pants draw I need more boxers But come on who's eaten my chocolate stash I am due a sugar rush and then I will crash.
I’d pay the price for one night with you an arm, a leg, I love you through and through like tissue paper my tears soak through and through I would steal the sun and hide it away. Your eyes are diamonds They hide a glow that only I know your words wrap me in silk your touch a thrill can’t sit still for butterflies in you a flame that cannot die.
The Black ice in my heart forms a blade Obsidian coloured like a black hole My soul is cut To ribbons Will I ever be forgiven? Girl with many faces Who were you at the start? The girl in fire, with my splintered heart In your hands Did I break it for you As a lover would do Because I love you I am enslaved by our story Our story Which I have hidden To protect us both.
Red lips White paint hides death her grace a butterflies wing life caught in her cold stare of her sting. All dressed in colours which catch the moons glare she kisses you like death kisses away the life that fades from sleep an angel with a bushido blade cuts away the bamboo which grows with haste the light fades into a full moon A butterfly hiding in a tomb with carnivorous teeth hiding a song of red bloodied despair her cold touch ice on skin catches your heart within sin The black tea ceremony of vampiric death or matrimony if she chooses you for her thrall.
I wasn’t born in generation X I got lost well before we got to that letter I wasn’t born a jet setter I just make use of air travel I find myself trying to find a reason For my life somewhere between God and evolution I think I will find the solution In between trying not to get drunk with my mates and getting a job that I can enjoy with better pay rates I find my generation is lost in comfort driven fashion craving It is my generation that I think needs saving From ourselves.
A generation lost its head to computer games A generation lost its morals for 5minutes of fame A generation lost its battle with drug addiction A generation has lost its sanity Oh calamity A generation has lost its faith in modern life God and evolution and theories make this generation groan and feel weary with despair This generation counts the cost of being branded lost and believing that it is so but help them to know that they need to follow their own way and not to stray from that path because the aftermath of following your own path can be success.
Here's your golden ticket To life. Freedom born from soldiers who died How their wives cried The consumers power you wield Revealed in the tear stained eye of workers who worked to the bone. As you'll have to... Your religion built from guilt The flowers in Babylon wilt But at least they still grow.
In the lost words of language In the gaping hordes of time There stands a hero He fights with rhyme For the pen is mightier than the sword His words we lean upon In the maelstrom in the eye of the storm of silence His words cascade like a fountain A tranquil place in a sea of violent words Great big man monsters attack him with verbs Birds peck at his eyes with profanities and troll him on Facebook. But he doesn't care, he barely looks For his heart is strong as is his soul and he breathes in air and exhales poetry.
It starts with a sensation of feeling it can't be real This pain, this reality it all seems so fake Living in turmoil yet being awake We've created a fictional story for what we see Lies have become "real" the virtual stains reality Yet we are living in the creative dump Hilary Clinton and Donald trump Opportunists in this world of lies The poet cries But truth is hated more than the lies we perceive and believe cause their sugar makes the medicine go down No need to frown, because life is just for individuals like you We all different but not one of us has a clue Of what's going on Corporations rule the media so what's wrong? Censorship breaks even the strongest of minds Leaves us cold but does anyone mind? They feed us primal fears While we our fed TV box sets of lives we want to lead While soldiers bleed in wars we keep fighting Just because of oil sightings It's all bit pointless as the golden age of austerity kicks in And the rich become fat eating the poor and misery is a acquaintance who is in your house though you didn't answer the door It's all normal check your email and censor your political correctness It's all ******* tell yourself it won't mean a thing Your King or queen of nothing and there is no God heaven was a bluff It's not real it's tough Because we could have made it heaven on earth But fantasy was more beguiling As we watch game of thrones we are smiling.
I am the message, I inspire set souls on fire. A vestige of hope in days of darkness I speak words of revolution I can be the solution if you act now so don't detract from the words I am saying and the message given which is driven home with concrete verbs and feeling sealing the change for the future I teach I nuture souls with love and not disdain I heal the pain of the poor but i shame the guilty with words fired like justice driven arrows to make them atone for their sins but I let them change themselves within and their ways I am the message think feel me absorb my words.
I buried my shadow in a concrete grave He came back to haunt me I could not deal with the dark of night But all of my light hid in the gloom so my shadow re-entered the room All the things I buried with him began to show The blackest of times So with him I entered a truce That I would acknowledge him But I said to him I'd never let him wholly loose...
I feel a completeness in staring into your eyes That I don't feel when I am alone I grasp for meaning in a daydreaming world My mind opens like an oyster and you are my pearl a beautiful agony unfurls in missing you and your words and touch. I miss you so much but I want wholeness in my own skin but it rings thin because is it narcissism? To look beyond the chasm the void of our own soul and yet romantic love is being in love with what someone is that we haven't got and yet we don't care a jot for love is creation I care deeply and a lot for what you have and what I haven't got.
The ghost who walks In this lie I look for an answer An answer to why Chained and changing In this skin Its weakness gives birth to pain within The voice that haunts me it claims to be you You start your conversation with "you hate me so much" But I know if you did you wouldn't talk to me you'd be out of touch You want my attention to claw at my skin Love is hunger it aches within I love you but that answer is thin Hollow, the truth swallows all I say I pray that you find me in a better day Somewhere in the sun For all the grey days Pave the way For eternity and I couldn't be without you this world.
In the dragons cave filled with treasure. with a warning you did not heed eyes of blue become green eyes with slits as the curse of the dragon hits. Your heartbeat racing faster than ever before sweat drips from every pore skin becoming scaly and green. Blackened claws burst through fingernails legs and arms flail about sickening crunches as bones grow and reform the storm the rage of fiery dragons breath forms in your lungs burning all things in your path as you exhale with a roar horns pierce through skin and scales break through your forehead It hurts even more as your jaw breaks and moves forward into a reptile form teeth lengthen and grow sharp muscles expand and strengthen tendons stretch and lengthen nostrils flare caught within the glare of the mirror the witch put there in the dragons cave you won't be a ***** anymore as you seek vengeance from her and the other humans forevermore.
You are a universe contained in a body You are a theory A thought All you taught yourself All you've written and said That day you conquered your fear The tear trickling off your chin The skin and bone that held together and yet the words that stayed with a friend That picked them up off the floor in the end You are a star in galaxy orbiting A place inside my heart The key to memories hidden from view A hundred thousand moving pictures The inspiration around a story Your story begins In a twinkle of smile that caught your fathers glance The closeness of bodies that danced wild and free You are everything to me and more and yet you think you are small Stand tall my friend...
I came back you wouldn't believe me Receive me as gods messenger I saw crucifixes You left me there on that cross Not listening to a word I said Left me for dead Like the wisdom of ages Shut in a books musty old pages.
You thought I said the kingdom of heaven was within you It was mistranslated you are the kingdom and this could have been heaven If you'd worked together But instead you sever the ties and die reincarnated as yourself In a different body.
To all who have ears and a mind which isn't blind We are the rainbow and white light All colours every shade arrayed in splendour a flame is still a flame away from the fire It still burns and the light yearns to burn in burning desire We all burn for love.
You laid in the graveyard Wanting all the ghosts of children, men and women to return to bodies anew Like you were the Christ and all your burning blood was like his holy love You laid in the graveyard and your suffering grew. You pretended that you'd stabbed yourself a wound true With a blade as Dark as obsidian Like your pain Like you were ending your life the way you came Drenched in blood but not screaming or a birthing cry just wanting to die Your mind wanted some affirmation of power, of saving grace misguided by your tortured young face The covenant of god to man Seems to misunderstand Why we are here? to grow? to nurture or to disappear? Hopefully wiser than we began Covered in hope and withstanding our own fear.
In amongst life's mysteries Lost in the pages of unwritten histories Eyes that have seen the divine Sparks light her eyes Sparks of stars, of starry skies Your were my other half Lost in a daydream My lost lady.
Wounded warrior put away your guns and blades Don't you know that truth cannot be enslaved? Even if we fight it'll shine through In the actions that we do
Put away your violence In the silence of room No matter the darkness The light will always pierce through the gloom
Love is the connection between us Fight fear with love make it go away Love is constant it is the energy in atoms That binds reality together Love of mother universe who's image we are created in Fear is missing the target of our purpose to love each other
Forgiveness rises like a Phoenix making our hearts begin again Though our tears fall like rain Make them tears of joy and not pain.
In the land of forever night Where all the clocks stopped at midnight Were the ghosts of hundreds of thousands graves Whose bodies were enslaved By a spirit who possessed them all In the time of the fall. The spirit gained their souls by contract There bodies dead but in tact Raised by a nightmarish magic To walk the earth once more. In the December air the living built a wall of fire round the last city. They built an escape rocket to send their people to safety But still the ghosts of Mars Look with empty eye sockets at the stars.
My dog eared heart Is a stray paper heart that is worn at the corners I liked to worn you that it's been used and abused In many different ways. Like a monetary paper note it retains its value But it looks ***** in its present form It's a reflection of my being Valued the same but used and carried in many peoples pockets Sometimes spent, sometimes used for a higher purpose Never worthless but paper thin and fragile I'd cash in but I am not that shallow I want someone to take it and invest in me To take time to gain my interest and spend my dividends.
God in a devils suit Top hat man trap Corporation God. A Rod for your back You are offering me your taxes You owe big He says as he smokes his cigarette and looks at your bill "Worship me in your nightmares and daydreams Scream my name in your games and magazines I see your shame the pain behind your sin I made you, you can't even win When you die your soul belongs to me" What are we but slaves To a god who wants us to worship In this imperfect world of scripture Should we all worship him with rapturous applause Or throw down the gauntlet and ******* come from our jaws If love is our god then let us love without favouritism Love can heal any hurt and stop cataclysm and it'll stretch further than capitalism...
The burning poem it's words burn like flame I hold it my heart but it burns all the same I tried ridding myself of the fire But the flames spoke to me of my muse Aspiring me to choose To love and lose the game Loves painful consequence My hidden shame In desperate longing the poem was a light Showing me a door and a key Life is nothing with responsibility In darkness of fragility I hear a voice beckoning me To hide my muse's secret and yet it flows through me like the fiery flames I try to retain the pain and burning My heart is alight with yearning So with the key I lock the secret poem in a room It stills burns shining with the truth Yet I feel I have hidden a fragment of my soul That still burns to this day out of control.
In the whisperer of the nights breeze in the murmur of words she softly said I knew she wasn’t really dead in the movement of the trees outside, with their leaves the way the photo album opened with ease the noise of your footsteps chased me to bed dreams of you linger in my head I am left longing for you to tease things I swear move on their own sometimes i can hear the rattling of plates I am never ever left alone I am the man who sits and waits hearing the noise of the television drone I hear your voice it communicates.
My sun has gone I chased him across parks With football games I ran with him In my dreams Screamed out his name Patience wasn't my game The cards I played never won My sun is gone I chased him in the silence Daydreamed skies where we played Like birds Words now tear me down I caught a name in a letter she wrote She named the sun I have pictures In my heart and my mind
Once in a land far away. Was a woman she knelt to pray She prayed for a child who could be The key to a new dawn of ages
The baby was conceived Naturally of course By union of bodies By lustful souls The scrolls foretold the child would grow to be A **** in the game of prophecy
A peacemaker A son of the goddess Most high Her diamond, glowing bright in the sky But there would be a price to be paid Not all the cards could be played The son could never know How it should play out Or his mind would be full of doubt
When the child was in his teens Daydreaming in front of computer screens His father asked him what he knew Of the woman dressed in blue
The boy replied and sighed Everyone knows the story Of the man the white rabbit prince The peacemaker between heaven and hades The lover who rescues his love from the flames But who's heart can never be tamed Or be told because he would go mad End up sad and old Not being able to forefill the will of the goddess
Then the father began to stress The sons importance nevertheless, The son had an inclining his dad wasn't letting on the full story So he had to find one He looked and looked And searched and searched Down dale and over birch Became a scientist Overworked
He didn't believe in any more stories Of space and time Myths and legends were not on his mind Til he met a woman Beautiful and free A spirit of life's mystery
She would tell him stories Read him verse He fell in love with her So much worse Than ever a man has fallen before
But what he didnt realise is she had depression It was her curse Even with his love it seemed To get worse The stories she told Grew ever more dark and bold Until she took her life But not before he had taken her for a wife
Meanwhile the world had become full of strife Wars and famine sapped Gaia's life The earth was failing It's life support System grew weak
But the man was too aggrieved to notice He wouldn't go outside His love lost he could never hide as the world was falling apart so was his heart
He saw a child crying outside his window Though And went to comfort The boy Orphaned by war Then the man realised something needed to done As he surveyed The desolate landscape he prayed To the goddess of blue
She granted him of vision Where he'd have to choose the life of the world Or the lover he knew He cried out you ***** You goddess of the insane I will not make the choice I will not be to blame For my lover is my heart but this world has born many souls Including mine What right have I to choose Which side to win which side to lose I want to be happy
Frought with pain He made his decision he overcame
He chose to solve the problems of mankind Preaching to them and showing them sciences Mysteries in one Stories of his humanity being different but ultimately the same Being one That on top of the people being tired of war Made peace the law He sometimes wished he'd chose The other choice But then he realised He hoped he supposed he'd be able with all his knowledge And wisdom That he'd be able to help her if they'd ever meet again in hades Or wherever he'd be able to save the woman he loved from the same fate
As he died of old age He prayed that hed be reborn With the wisdom of a sage So when he was reborn into Hades shades
He grew to be a wise man still But he always felt something was missing Until he saw a woman Clothed in azure She was mysterious but he sensed her heart was pure He was struck by her allure So went over to meet her She told him she was the queen Of this land that stretched out to the sea the citadel of tears was her residence The sage asked why was it called the citadel of tears She replied because I have been a queen for the longest time But I have never found a husband to be mine And there is ghost in my dreams that cries Because she is lost In a sea of sadness Madness her veil of midnight Hiding her face She cries for the husband she lost Her touch is cold like the frost In my dreams
The sage held her hand Kissed on the forehead it was more than he could stand To see a woman Clothed in pain He imagined her tears Falling like rain He said I will pray For a vision today To save you from your dismay
When he slept A dream crept Into his mind Of a man and a woman very much in love But the woman was stung with a curse her mirth was strangled With tears With overblown fears That took her life And left him lonely With only the wisdom To help those around the land But now he had planned to save her Then the dream ended The sage was resolved to save the queen To speak to the ghost In her dreams
So the next night He held the queens hand tight As she fell asleep Hours passed she began to moan and weep as if in pain He prayed he asked the goddess of blue to go into her dreams And he began to lose consciousness And fall asleep In the dream the ghost was weeping The sage approached her gently he asked her why she was crying Fearing her reproach she replied I am lost and I have lost the one I loved That is why I had you come and find me now you must set me free I am the queens subconscious we are the same person And we have been waiting for you husband of mine How do I know this to be true asked the sage The ghost clasped his hand and lifted her veil And he knew her face It was his wife from the previous life He didn't notice the frost the cold of the dream was thawing melting around them Smoke was forming then licks of flame began to burn But he wasn't afraid He embraced her and kissed her wildly Flames surrounded them Touching their bodies but not hurting them flames of passion Igniting their souls
The queen and the sage woke from the dream together Knowing they were meant to be with each other for forever.