My mind can never seem to rest.
I can't eat nor sleep.
My head pounds twice as fast as my heart.
My eyes lay a'heavy with strain.
Shivers crawl up my spine slowly
Sticking the hairs above my neck.
Constant aches in random ligaments.
My focus has died
And it's only getting started.

Her rosy cheeks were red just like her lips.
Her laughter gave light but her grin was coy.
With dark midnight hair that grew down to her hips,
And eyes set on a handsome dark haired boy.
His wondrous eyes gazed o'er her pale sad face.
His heart was set on an other sweet girl,
A more free soul with elegant grace.
She could not compete with her golden curls.
Pondering all day that he'll take her hand
But leaves her restless and singing the blues.
Hoping one day he'll see and understand
That all those grins and talks were more than clues.
Sitting by the keys when she's feeling down,
She'll belt her voice and produce her own sound.

I sit and write,
sit and write,
sit and write.
The moon gazes upon my eyes
and I know it is time for bed.
I lie awake,
my head resting on my pillow.
The sound of hissing snakes
come from the outside of my window pane.
It gradually crescendos
like the sound of air.
The shadow of the dancing trees are drenched in Mother Nature's tears.
Streams of water rush down the street,
confused where to go.
I feel her anger through these walls,
filling the misty clouds with grid,
even though it's dark.
She may not rest tonight.
The wind is overbearing
and water covers her creation.
Oh, how the thunder screams
and bolts of lightning strike!
I wonder if sunrise will cure her anguish
and create light.

A pink and orange orb
that soars across the sky,
mingles together waiting to greet the stars.
The heaving swells die down,
as they wash up on the grains of sand.
One last chill,
the wind gave me,
as the evening gave me one last goodbye on the horizon.
Nightfall made its way
when I sat on the sand.
I wonder if the moon sees his reflection,
Or if it's his loved one he dreads to leave at sunrise.

An essence of patience
Laying above clouds
An orb of light
Sitting at midnight
By stars that seem so far
To still have hope
That a place can light up
Despite of darkness
To envision a dream.

Starry nights and grey clouds
Warm blankets on the ground
I lie here,
The wind dusting over my soft face,
Hearing the Earth's heartbeat,
As I close my eyes,
And drift to Mother Nature's paradise.
But still this emptiness
Twists inside my stomach.
It reaches down all the way to my toes.
This beauty, wonderful beauty,
Is too gracious to share all alone.
I slightly grin
And lightly touch the grass on the tips of my fingers,
How I wish to share this beauty.
We could hear her heart rate pace like bongos,
*** pumpum, *** pumpum, *** pumpum,
A gentle and muted sound.
How the wind sings and dances around us,
who even gets the leaves to dance.
The flowers hold hands and wait
for the moon to rise, before they drift to sleep.
Starry nights and grey clouds
Warm blankets on the ground.
I lie here,
How I wish to share this beauty.