Our energies combined makes us more attractive to passers by,
No reason to deny, our love makes others high.

Hand in hand we bound around with abandon,
Carefree loving as if we're flying, no sign of landing.

Our laughter and voices compose our own song,
Leaving a sweet feeling in the air long after we've gone.

Like pollen our love mist hangs thickly in the air,
Arousing lovers, darlings and romancers everywhere.

Unconscious are our actions, the outside world is blurred,
We carry on unaware of those who we have stirred.

Many waiting ruins from yesteryear,
Begin to beg for play, for sharing.
Spaces left hollow, only by lack of play,
By lack of bustling movement.

These ruins wail the aural ecstase,
Like a holographic butterfly effect,
Still there, yet causing memories,
Effecting wanton, screaming for times gone by.

These ruins they lay still, a picture yet,
Passers by gossip the new owners,
Its orphaned attendees are those who scream,
In their minds, in their hearts.

As the resolution of an inevitable ending lingers

In my mind, in my waters

Thoughts of a love left like an open book

No perfect closure of a chapter forgotten

Leaves empty pages for the scribbles and nonsense

Of anyone who pretends to care.

Life is a sequence of songs
Albums a time in your life
Discography your memoir
Chorus your glory
Verses the hard work, your story.
Harmonies the times you connect perfectly
Dissonance your arguements
Noise your chaos
Silence, your true self.

Bounce into my life
Like spring waking the seasons turns
Breezy as cool light air
Of a tender morning dawn
The sunshine of my curtains half drawn.

The first time I saw you,
You didn't see me,
The second time I saw you,
I had another girl with me,
The third time I met you,
We were with friends,
Writing,
While I couldn't stop my eyes from delighting,
When your eyes touched mine in that lighting,
The next time we met we touched,
A little too much to be friends as such,
So I kissed you,
And I'm glad I did.
Because now we meet as lovers.