One day, you will be
gone.
We’ll stumble upon
each other on the street.
But I won’t know
you,
and you won’t know
me.
Maybe I’ll give you a
nod,
and perhaps you’ll say
hello.
As we walk on by,
neither of us will look back.
‘Cause all will be
gone.
When she asks you who
I am,
you’ll say:
«oh, just someone I once knew»
Holding her hand a little
tighter.
Just like that, we will be
gone.
All the fragments of everything
that used to be
alive,
will be washed away,
like patterns
in sand. 
And it will all be
gone.

As the green fields of desire turn to dust,
And the shining armor is covered in rust,
Cynicism catches reality with her embrace,
While hope takes one last bow in grace.
All that is left is a harsh, crooked grin,
Served by despair who knows he’ll win.
Though his diamonds will leave you shivery,
He is now your finest piece of jewelry.

When taking that frightening leap in tears,
You hear the cries of devotion so near.
In the dark, misgiving cradles your head,
They are dying, these words you left unsaid.
Faith is the light trying to break through,
Yet the choir of doubts still leaves you blue.
Anger and bitterness will claim what’s yours,
Forcing patience to leave these shores.

Looking upon someone you wish you were,
You turn your head away from the blur.
Sweet affection held your hand for a while;
Now regret will walk you down the aisle.
But you request oblivion to stroke your mind,
Yet his stubborn being is not too kind.
Emptiness however is such a fine gentleman,
In him you find your trust to be genuine.

At times,
I want to walk in your steps,
and know everything you know,
while,
breathing in the soothing air
you create.

But mostly,
I want to go my own way,
and trust what you won't accept,
while,
breathing in air that stings you
like venom.

Then again,
It might do me well,
to sometimes open up my closed door,
I guess,
your age hides secrets I would like
to know.

I’d like to see the world,
from your point of
view.
Crawl inside your mind,
when mine is
blue.

Because yours is always
pink,
like the blossoms on the
cherry tree in
spring.
It’s orange, a hint of gold,
like when the morning
breaks.
It’s white; clear and pure,
like the first snow to
fall.
It’s the banner that paints
the sky after heavy
rain.

So why don’t you let me
into your mind
tonight?
I’m sure you will bring
my thoughts some
light.

If you wake tomorrow
And I am gone,
Then know that I
Will be in some safer place,
And won't not return
No more.

If you wake tomorrow
But light is dim,
You will me not behold
For my silhouette is just a veil,
Flowing in the wind,
Evermore.

If you wake tomorrow
A little colder,
And my shadow is
The only fragment left of me,
I have your dreams
Restored.

If you wake tomorrow
To a silence,
Leaving you trembling
The voice you hear is not me,
But a sigh deploring in
Your core.

Dry the water from your eyes, leave these dreams behind,
There is no thing here for you, but the haunting ghosts in your mind.
      The ocean may be sparkling in the sun, yet the ship is sinking,
      Shattered down in the deep, where the beams are never winking.

So please, my dearest one, do not let yourself devour.
They will cause only pain, these dreams of yours so flowered.
     The oleander may be a beauty evergreen, yet its blood so deadly,
      Makes your heart stop pounding, turning it cold and heavy.

Make your dreams a different kind, like the ones that never fade,
Because yours are turning grey, and will forever remain unmade.
       The fire may be an alluring saviour, yet demanding are its licks,
       Leaving every soul in ashes, ruthless destruction it inflicts.

Dreams like these were never meant for a heart like yours,
So pour out your reveries, and close the tempting doors.
       His wine may be sweet on your tounge, yet it will leave you drained,
       And bitter is the aftertaste, wishing you had abstained.

Now darling, please,
Won't you bury your armor,
and let your shield down.
Your walls are to high,
for me to climb.
Like a wave, crush it,
what poisons your mind.

Now darling, please,
Let go of your worries,
they can only bring you harm.
Your shadows are too dark,
for me to see.
Your mask, hide it,
and show me those scars.

Now darling, please,
Let me take you home,
to the place only you and I know.
Your heart is too heavy,
for me to know.
My hand, take it,
and I'll lead you through.

My eyes so weary were blessed by the sight of you one day.
But you did me not see, and you seemed so far away.
Silver sheen hair, and a face revealing signs of long years,
Yet your smile, your laugh, could still banish all my fears.

          I closed my eyes and saw;
          A girl in her finest summer dress,
          A thousand suns shining upon her head,
          While dancing into my dreams so sweet.

I walked on that day, but if my courage was to decide,
I would serve you a smile, then say what my mind has denied:
”Though time has been ungentle, and I will remain an old cavalier,
Please know that my thoughts sometimes to you wander, dear”.

          Now I close my eyes and see;
          A woman in shiny lace so lovely,
          A thousand golden roses leading her way,
          While floating down the aisle by his side.

Yes, my aged, crooked heart felt its rebirth by this sight of you.
The future never to us belonged, but I believe you once felt it too.
Yet we had our shores just left, setting sail for the sea.
How I wish I knew, that only you could bring me to my knees.
          
           At times I close my eyes and see:
           A couple old in their sunday best,
           A thousand angles their wings unfolding,
           While drifting away, hand in hand.

Last year,
was too much waiting at
dull bus stops on
rainy sunday
afternoons.
And little rambling
in the sun.
Expectations too high
and moments
in vain.

This year,
there will be no pointless
promises of
ever red roses
in winter snow.
And no shy water
in these eyes.
Remember that these
castles belong in
the air.