Im just a little sparkly star
in the heart of the universe
and you are a comet
who just flies by
fast and hastily
and disappearing
into the everlasting
night in the universe
in the 5th dimension

It was just a blink of the eye
and then it was gone
forever, you lost me
into the boundless ocean
in the hands of the Earth
when you drop something
you will only find it
in the hands of Poseidon
guarding strongly the land
of the deep blue eternity

And you will find me
in the heart of the universe
as the tiny sparkly star
sleeping calmly in the darkness
of gravity, matter and time
with no end or beginning

I swim in the dark space
between the stars and dust
trying to find the hidden grace
to choose is hard but you must

it's difficult without your shoes
to step on the broken fragments
of the shattered stars and planets

some of them shine bright
while others hide from the light
as the newborn flowers
which blossom at daylight
and close in the silence of night

cracks are in the universe
where flowers squeeze through
the seeds of the soul immerse
themselves in cosmos blue

and I wait until the ice melts
and gather the flowers in dust
to make them blossom in august

I saw the stars
You saw the moon
the light was in between
but the darkness was too deep
so you became darkness
and left me heartless

Love is some kind of a sweet escape
Who steals a piece out of your heart
And gives it back in another shape
Which does not match the initial part

Love is some kind of a Greek goddess
Who comes on earth to please you
But leaves you no more and no less
Than a punishment to go through

Love is some kind of a tender butterfly
Always beautiful to behold and catch
But hard to keep it from flying away
Or easy to **** it with a flaming match

Love is the sweet escape from yourself
But nobody knows what love is itself

He takes the brush
full of endless wonders
never runs out of
stories to ignite aflame.

Yet every day he seems
to fall into deep thought
in some other world
where beauty excists
inside a brittle crystal.

The brush, shattering it
to design carefully another
wondrous form of art.

Painter, draws the life
while the composer plays
music for the silky soul.

Poet, writes the lines
of eternal exsistence
while the dancer gives
heart for the movement
Of life.

There is a world of Light and Darkness , always battling.
That is always hidden from Us from all of all of Our eyes.
Where Good and Evil fight for each of Our Souls everyday.
Where Christ Prays for each of Us to Overcome Evil too.
There is a World , Where Christ heart breaks each time he see.
That One of Us lets go of His hand and walks over to evil one.
There Is A World where A Sinful Man lays down His sinful Life.
To Walk with with Holy Angels and Saints Alike To dance in Life.
To Sing , To Praise Christ whom is Worthy of all of the Praises Indeed.