I am a dreamer,
riding on storm clouds.
Dancing with lightning and
drifting through snow falls.

I am a dreamer,
to the wide open spaces.
Shouting from cliff tops and
swimming in rivers.

I am a dreamer,
of undulating tree lines.
Swooping through valleys,
of ancient oak forests.

I am a dreamer,
a seeker of silences.
Whispering soft words,
to the wandering waters.

I am a dreamer,
I wake with the night song,
leaving behind the,
illusions of day time.

And you are the dream,
in the deepest of currents.
Pulling me on and
pulling me forth.

Maybe some day,
we shall meet, we shall mingle.
The dream coming home,
to rest in me.

© Previn Pillay,

Inside of us you should always reign
with poetry given the main game
the lamenting heart of a stars heart
like chorus in a distant land
echoing through your star lite chamber
Compassionate parts of poetry of tomorrow...
Capable of infinite sorrow
expressive eyes that see
such kindness
as much as me...

To be special in an indifferent world
makes no difference in your million years
In the mire of your worlds
you hang on to every syllable
when hurt comes in shades
you write and weep in your poetry...
A poet's life, not understood
many shake their heads and go
as each poet's days on paper are born
carrying a message to another's day
the immortal message maker of beauty
fires the souls of God's art, that cries for me...
Through my poetry my heart has grown
contacts are many that share their life
seek their poetry through each strife
sweet to all our visions giving air of love
surrounded by a blazing sphere of sweet doves ..

By Muhammad Umair Shabbir, Pakistan

When the sun goes down,
I slip back into consciousness.
Glued to my bedroom's window,
The sight outside, a flash-back,
A grey-scale picture withered in time.
Haunting my mind, enchanting,
Cool breeze caressing my skin,
My eyes jammed on the big, ol' tree.
I lose my senses to the dreamy vision.

When the sun goes down,
It's time to sway away…
To the sweet music of life.
The silvery moonlight, illuminating
The world where only I exist, alone.
My throat tears as I scream
And the Heavens tremble;
The squeal of my conscience
Mutes the moans of my soul.

When the sun goes down,
The show must go on…

Gerry And The Pacemakers
Best Of Gerry And The Pacemakers
You'll Never Walk Alone
(R. Rodgers - O. Hammerstein II)

When you walk through the storm
Hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark
At the end of the storm
There's a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of the lark

Walk on, through the wind
Walk on, through the rain
Though your dreams be tossed and blown
Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone
You'll never walk alone

Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone
You'll never walk alone