Of dreams the summers birth
It's sunshine hazes
Its nature is a dream within a dream
Love smiles in her warmth
Kisses are like raindrops on broken earth
As working hands never heal
Summer is the smile on the face of our crippled being

Amongst the sand dunes we play
Daylight seems endless
Now the pleasure is in the hands of the dreamer
Hell is heaven is hell
Lazy but never lifeless just beating
There but offer to end
There is no longer a need to hide from the showers

As if the full blooms await their passing
Knowingly raised to the cloudless sun
Often the distractions have a meaning
To hold the secret that only uncovers
This music in made for our hidden sexuality
Where the congregation of angels stand
A celebration of the rolling waves of time

Mother nature
As she will put all the broken pieces in a life back together
A hidden smile behind disparity
The future is an endless cycle of death and rebirth
You have to build the wall to see the light when cracks appear

My Woman
the more
I try to understand,
the more
she fall into myth..
a tiredness in understanding
a clear confirmation
You never going to
hear the bell... that
you have understood her..

I write these words as an offering to you
As soon as they leave this pen they belong to you
They have walked through the darkest forest
To a place so beautiful

Drama that has spent so long running from the past
It now crawls all over
Uncovering all there has been
All chains broken

It's taken eternity
To write with warmth on cold paper
All the love that is taken
We can't  pretend to have given back

Where does hierarchy begin?
    Is it where the strong is on top,
and the weak step upon?

Where does your dignity be placed?
   Is it where your always be the winner,
no matter what, even it has bitter taste.

Is SURVIVAL really that cruel?
That some of us are just a tool,
a fool for the strong to be cool.

No, it can't be that bad
yet reality is quite sad.

Despite our hard beginnings
Life still is beautiful
that losing isn't everything.

Dignity is placed -
where you respect yourself the most
and Hierarchy isn't important
to where your love is...

© Pax