It was 1am,
I was walking alone,
I was thinking about her,
Under the same stars.

Does she was awake?
When I was too?
Does she was deep in her sleep?
Or does she wrote poems?
Like I did?

My poems,
My thoughts,
My breathe,
My cough,
My eyes,
My stars
My words,
My moves,
My chords,
All for her.
Does she knows?

All for her,
Everything,
From my heart to every atom of me,
It is enough?
It is enough, darling?
Would you mind if I ask you for a kiss?
Or it is too much?

Oh my dear, you're a star,
I settle for you,
You shine, you're special,
Do you know that?
How my poems,
How my thoughts,
Never rhyme
Never had meaning,
But forever fits,
Exactly on paper.

My love for you,
Like a hurricane,
My love for you,
Like a star.
It's so bright,
It is shining,
It is never dissapearing
Until you do that, too.
But I know you wouldn't do that.
Don't you?

My endlessly galaxy
Only for you,
My endlessly mind,
Only for you,
My endlessly love,
Only for you,
Because you're my only one,
Am I the only one for you too?

Because when it's 2am in the morning,
I am sitting here,
I am writing,
Poems with no sense,
Poems who can make you feel exactly what I feel too,
Poems from my deepest places
Of my heart
For you my dear,
Poems with no sense but with feelings.

Like I am.

The flames of Avalone run deep
in the wells of our hearts,
Yet Avalone is lost to man
black are its sundered parts
of old what grew,so fair
shining,yonder to the west
wherefore has it passed,and why,
does not the light,glimmering,silver gold,
appear to the mortal eye
The two trees that stood,seemingly eternal
are now watered but by shadow
And light,oh cruel light it is now
that burns and does not gently flow
like it did,among the towers of Avalone
The light has passed into flame
blue and white,searing above all else
souls who sought once its blessing
a treacherous guide,
ever leading to the vaults of the deep
where dark and evil light,
remain ever stoking their devilry
spewing it out,into the halls of the night
where yet there is to be found
some of the beauty that was afore
for the stars,they came from Arda
and to her they are bound
They rest among shadow,but glitter
like they did,above the skies of Avalone
Beauty, what of the fallen beauty?
unfathomable among losses, unnumbered are the tears
for even the tongues,of those who did dwell,
there in its glory,have mingled, and remain,
over the  see,where the trees fell
and are heard not among men,to whom but
a whisper came,and darkness,and memory
passed on by age,of the vanquished,of the slain
and of those forgotten among the flames of Avalone

He is
smart
but tries to hide it.

He is
talented
but won't admit it.

He is
handsome
but doesn't know it.

He is
softly spoken
but speaks too little.

He is
loving
but too afraid to show it.

He is
hurt

He is
a poet.

Planet shines lit by the nearest Star
Dry, hot ember glows in the dark
While candle wax is like water

. . . and they all burn for. .        

  (  T h e  F i r e  W i t h i n  )

we stargaze because we know the answers we need are not on earth

-Bitter-
I gasp for the same breath you exhale
To me like sugar, but far more sweet
I grasp to the drug I call your heartbeat
You are the boat
You are the wind and sail

As I embark a trip so promising.

-Sweet-
What am I grasping to?
This question brings a tear to my eye
         Why?
I ask what, not who
A question more bitter, somehow tastes better
Knowing the tear is the answer that would upset her
And as if in a snap, the tear takes shape
Part of me believes you are just a means for my escape

Oh how bittersweet is loves blossoming.

Brisk air can soothe you
Because warmth isn't enough to
Entertain your lungs