My love is the seventh sense;
Before which there is no meaning.
My love is birth and death at once;
Would not die after dreaming.

My love is the light that dances on waves;
That spins the oceans, and foams its enclaves.
My love is the rushing of flocks on wing;
The voice in the heart of the forest that sings.

My love is the seventh sense;
Before which there is no meaning.
My love is the sky and whine of ocean;
She will not die after dreaming.

My love is the silence of a windless day;
Spring snows on top of the bare mountain.
She is the babble from the brooks;
And the air that steeps in secret fountains.

The sky, is a wide blue eye,
the sea, a huge drop of tear-
rolled down from it.
You and I, now two parts of the whole,
are clad in transience,
be aware.
We watch this cosmic maiden's
many moods and cherubic sleep
till she wakes up, when our dream
would dissolve, in to a long, long sleep.

When the night falls
I falter to the what ifs
and drift into our old familiar seas
Like in a dream
One in which I wish I wouldn't wake
and hope to shake for it's breaking me
I carry the weight of every embrace
Now left to waste in the empty space left in my heart
Where you've made your mark
Before our depart
Carving your name
With such a beautiful art
You are my star so far
I beg my mind to stop envisioning you
I implore it to but it wont
and I don't know how to deal with this dread
That lays beside me each night in bed

Thoughts changes with reasons,
As do nature with seasons.

Summer heats with warming thoughts of hope.
Leading to Springs of fruitful ideas.

Only to have goals set to Fall as reality changes with the leaves.
Then dreams slowly withers away with the Winter's breeze.

Adding wisdoms to each passing year.
Making failure nothing to fear.

For failure teaches success,
So it doesn't matter how things end or begins...

The river flows,
The creek stinks;
Both are canals,
But a creek is much narrow.
And the river and the sea,
are connected,
The creek?
Most of the time it really,
really stinks.

You are song,
Rain dropping on still pond.
You are sky,
I see Heaven in your eyes.
Your are peace,
A garden above the world.
Your are grace,
The gentle path of the swan.
You are knowing,
The wind that whispers alone.
You are star shine,
The dust that lights the plains.
You are vast ocean,
Mother to the Fathering atmosphere.
You are dancing light  .  .  .