I love to catch a falling star,
From the heavens up above,
Then I can carry it with me,
And always treasure it with love.

I know the star be magic,
Or else how can it fly,
So very high above,
Shooting through the sky?

So I will look up every night,
And wait until I see,
A star that falls that I can catch,
So I can carry it with me.

This morning I
Awoke
To a field of snow
Falling slowly as the sunset
Somehow
More radiantly than the dawn
And I
In the seeing all of this
Suddenly
With the sleep still in my eyes
Remembered
That I was free
And that the snow born wisps
Which hold no name
Were also me

Universe is a symphony of
star strings not heard by
the deaf souls.

The moon is kissing you
though I am in the dark
The rain is asking of you
when I am in the desert!

Your dreams are coming true
and I'm struggling with bad luck!
The morning is hugging you,
but my night isn't over yet!

The ocean is surfing at you,
but I'm scared of the shark.
The wind is shoving you;
No one even knows we're apart!

I can do everything for you,
but I can't change my track.
Someone else is driving you;
That's breaking my heart!

I paint nails in a sin shade. nourish skin touched, touched, touched - cloud routine in amber and curve. leave smooth the fold where hid distrust. and I won’t stop, stop, stop - because the fold-promise made, the routine-perfume-sin, the nails, curves, skin - O Love - are not yours, yours, yours - they are mine.

Hope
Despair
Both apples
Fallen from the same tree