Fall is the season that I hope to make it
Seen a thousand green leaves and I hope they're changing
Cause the color red is one that's more attractive
Seen them hit the ground waiting for someone to rake them up

Winter is a time that I know far better
Sliding down the frozen hills much faster
Wishing that the snow shines whiter than last year
And then maybe my angel can fly up to you

In the Springtime when it's warm but rainy
The seeds in my hand will float down to daisies
I can pick em out when the sun comes saving
The light of my life looking like a lovely lady

Only in the Summer when I'm free and happy
We'll lay together in the sunlight laughing
No curfews to keep us in for mischief
Time will stand still and we can imagine what if...

When all the seasons come together, I'll be praying for lovely weather
But if the world should end by noon, I'll cuddle up and die next to you

The machine turned black as the power
went out. Slowly returning to our natural
origin of birth.
My mind went blank. White. A tabula rasa of
sorts. Now she said as we entered the field of our
own existence. The familiar pulsing sensations
that made its way through my body pushed me forward
into this strange world.
Rotating fields of energy greeted me on this
new plane. As if entering a new universe opened
up both body, mind and soul. So did it expand our
certain sense of who we are as individuals.
There is a certain acknowledgment of discovering
the strange and abnormal, without leaving one's
place. But through the act of leaving the body,
and using one's mind to achieve new boundaries,
our souls enhance in ways we cannot comprehend.
May Jeff Buckley's soul and song live on...

There is a soft sound of your guitar playing violently
into the wind. It echoes through the vast open fields of
my mind as we wait for the sensations of our souls begin to
set themselves into motion. I feel your sweet embrace touch
me like a drop of early morning dew on a dry leaf. There is
only magic in the air as we pick the forget-me-nots and
watch them slowly fade away. As the sun sets suddenly, our
shadows fall into the disarray of elegant emotion.

Faithful is the night that cries its warm hollowed glow  
of happiness and fortune. As we accept our choices of
a free balanced ever changing life we begin to
imagine if we truly are eternal, and not only
taken in by the lies our senses contain. Very soft, very
chic, our bright eyes speak, of a time when our land was free
and the hope we once yearned for was really there, that
we truly are aware. Do not be scared my immaculate
princess, our hearts may still play. Although she may seem
unhappy at times, she will never break. Like that unwanted
can of tuna, our wasted memories become absent to the past
goals that meet within our serenity. Star child of the sun and moon,
let the enigmatic powers of the universe hold true to our
inner most desires of what we expect of ourselves.

Not gold but silver. Not heaven, nor hell, enchant us in the ways
of the weak, meek and humble. For we owe them the world.

Your eyes like Kether, the beginning of all things
solemnly I swear to share my soul with your sight
sometimes the light looks so elegant in the white of your bright
ness, I weep in the wallowing waters of your world
the weight seems oh so Empty when you wash up on shore
I never bore in your presence, it is your mere essence
that I crave, in which it makes me behave in wild
wonders of wasted memories of yesterday, won't you
welcome me into the fantasies of your dreams?

Whenever there is darkness in my night I feel your
heart as my light to keep my days bright
your touch as sweet as the sound of silence that
Simon and Garfunkel slowly sing, sadness is never
my sword when you are around, my shield
never sorrow, I only wear the crown of your
cherished kiss. I'll never miss anything
more than the stone of your scent

I cannot recollect a time when all was simple
but in your hair is where I care to hide
when all my troubles seem too high to bare.
I will never scare those furies in the forests
of failure, but flourish in fables of your
fixed phantasms, your tragic caves and comedic
ark that seem to ring through rites of spring

You are my everything, my hope for a level
above gods and men, if only we could
live on vibrations of purity and aether
we'll travel through dimensions vast and humble
when some golden future welcomes the mumbles
of our soft sounding hellos and hurrahs.

Can I say? What more is there on earth than
emptiness where we can play and forget
what we used to be. This reality is no more
fantasy than the dreams we see each other
in, where we can swim and never drown,
where our gold rests not in crowns but in hearts
of blood beat waterfalls, flowing faster with
every fabric of our forgotten foundation.

The moment we met was tragedy because I could
never once again feel that happy.
Let's draw lines forever and never, oh never fall...
Our wings white with feathers of a new dawn dripping
with dew we could taste the elegance of a new life...
you need not be my wife, because all marriage leads
to strife, what we need are barriers, so everyday
we can break through and I can touch you
only to be pulled away and struggle to fight another
day and see your face, embrace the pain of
fading away, soft and slow, like a heartbeat that never existed...