Mr. Sandman
please take my hand
Guide me through the hills and valley's*
of distant dream lands
Keep me safe from nightmares
whenever you can
If it's not to much trouble
could you bring extra sand

Can Sleepwalker
please come with me
I need a close companion
as I float through my dreams
Through the landscape
of the nights make believe
He could even carry
all my baggage for me

Could you please leave
the Boogie Man home
With his satchel of nightmares
filled with seeds he has sown
I hear that it's best
to leave well enough alone
What's the saying?
it want hurt him if he doesn't know?

Mr. Sandman
could you do this for me
Could you include
one or two fantasies
It would make it all
a bit more interesting
Mr. Sandman
*could you do all this for me

there are times when
I consciously feel
your fingers running
across my skin,
through my hair;
feel your lips behind my ear,
feel your heart beat closely
to my chest.
there are times when every part
of me is connected
to every part of you.
but nowadays, my mind often
wanders -- your hands are on
my hips, and I think of
the laundry, or Hemingway,
or yesterday's news.
it is the nature of the mind
to separate from the body.
it is human nature to disconnect
and detach. the mind tends to
wander off on its own.
you kiss me and I think of
my plans for the summer
and recipes for tiramisu.
there are times when
I am aware of all the ways
you touch me;
but lately, most times
my hands don't feel
like my own.

Let gods all bow their heads in grief,
Command the rain: Release!
Ask the sun to please retreat,
And ask that I find peace.

Set fire to all places that these eyes have ever seen.
Set an equal blaze to all I ever felt within.
Spread the word to every ear that ever heard my pen:
That the voice they witnessed never will be that again.

Then ask each word I ever wrote:
Return, and share his grave.
Because -if I ran out of words- none written I could save.
I'd have to call them back, if not forever I am heard:
I'd never be at all -if ever I ran out of words.

Life is too short to waste
On insignificancies,* she says,
Waving carefree toes under socks
On my lap
-One green; one red-
When I call her my
Lantern-Lit
Vessel of
Wisdom.

Looking up in the mirror,
my cheeks look lyk a fresh red plum in shy,
as i see myself through d eyes of urs,

In the troops of million,
i finally saw u,
whn our eyes met,
the whole world bcme still,
evn the sky seemed to be shinning in our love,

Holding the hand,of each other,
seemed we were in the garden of heaven,
lyk prince n princess,walking in garden  laid wid roses & angels showering the rain of roses,
everyone was rejocying in our love,

But u had to go,
everythng vanished ,only tears were left,
sky agn turned grey,
u left me in a hope ,
u will come agn forevr,


I m waiting for the last winter agn..........