Have I ever
Dreamt of her?
Well
She was in my dreams
But no,
I haven’t.
Because the real her
Is much better
Than any dream replacement.

Not a poem but a cry for help,
In this world somewhere I am losing myself..
Truth and lies seem so familiar,
I cannot make clear.

To be loved by one is a bliss,
But what about their past.
The shadows which it cast...

I always wanted to be be in a fairy tale,
But It seems all the fairies died,
And I held on to the tale...
Just changing words now and then,
I don't think I can anymore escape..

the moon lights a bed of frost.
the wind a storyteller.

are the stars and the sea
still there
when the sky weeps white?

the moon lights a bed of frost.
the wind is a storyteller

and the griffons know the failure
of flesh, flesh and bones

and feeling the bones
in my crooked nose,
I understand sunrise
is not a guarantee.

the sky weeps white.

but the nightingale sometimes
sings to me of you in my dreams.


...(if the nightingale sings of me
then know I hear her too.)

the sunrise claimed my mind
' keep your heart hidden'

a secret tucked into your pocket
when time will be fulfilled
then you may wear it in the open.