free spirit caressed
we danced
and there was no place other
to feel more blessed

what if we'd stop or just
try to jump
what if to carry wasn't meant
for us after all
what if I was never yours to hold
write this book
trust the "I know"
and what if the truth was right
would I still try to convince wrong?

you see
the line grows from above
and I'll sell the book
I promise
'cause "what if" was never mine
it was yours
and only
yours


a.b

I'll always want you
even when all alone
aching in my bones
heart full of stones

I'll always want you
with my dark red lips
full of poems
and secret scripts

I'll always want you
with all my fears
standing under the sky
full of tears

I'll always want you
even if you think you don't
or I


a.b

it's sinking deep within
under the skin of mine
turning this black and white
it's sinking deep within
behind my shirtsleeve
with words too thin
and it might be right
to give it all and fight
but as it's sinking deep
I'm afraid
it might drown while asleep

she wore a white dress
and believed in magic
now and then
she wrote stories on city streets
on inked notebook pages
and crafted memorials into ghosts
sterilizing thorns of roses
praying
who knew?

they clapped hands
and she decided
she'll never look back
again

she was racing over the horizon
through lines
over luminaries
time ticks flew
tore by the wind
"I play with gusts and thunder,"
she said,
"I'm not afraid to get burned."

I'll keep calling
and calling

I'll keep walking
and falling

and somewhere between
the clouds
and his arms

I'll know
I'll know my home

as beautiful as every sunrise colours the sky
as magical as the wind dances with her hair
in autumn shy
so does her loving heart
with gentle whispers of art


a.b

for the first time
it was the last
I had no reason to stay
nor be away

for the first time
it was the last

my last
'In between'

those words fly like birds
the words I told you
and you promised not to forget
they're out of the cage
hovering above
still there
full of flame and beautiful songs

those words fly like birds
and maybe one day
they'll migrate like birds too
crossing walls of time
refusing to return to you

but today
those words fly like birds above our heads
they fly on
and on

a.b