Poetry is a tree.
Do believe in me.
Has her roots at sky
and wings to fly.
Words her teardrops.
Rhyme her crime.
Feelings her healings.
Thoughts her knots.
Poetry is a tree.
Every morning kissing me.
Let our Love be.
Let her set me free.
She is a tree at sea.
Sailors all we.
Ship the world we live.
In poetry i do believe.
Like a statue of nature,
has a mind so mature,
a heart so delicate,
oh yes, in silence we communicate.
Poetry is a tree.
Give her dreams to be
and you will suddenly see,
mountains having sea.
I am in love with poetry.
We have a lighting chemistry.
Star is her middle name
oh me, a lover of her game.

I sigh at day-dawn, and I sigh
When the dull day is passing by.
I sigh at evening, and again
I sigh when night brings sleep to men.
Oh!  it were far better to die
Than thus forever mourn and sigh,
And in death's dreamless sleep to be
Unconscious that none weep for me;
Eased from my weight of heaviness,
Forgetful of forgetfulness,
Resting from care and pain and sorrow
Thro' the long night that knows no morrow;
Living unloved, to die unknown,
Unwept, untended, and alone.

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

Today I saw Van Gogh
and he looked right through me
with his cold painted eyes
and the words he wrote in French

His stiff arm detached from his side
and slowly he reached out of the canvas -

(They really meant it when they named
this exhibition) so I had to ask him -

How did you know how
I would feel today, back then?

When I saw you today, I understood
that sunflowers lived in your heart
the way oranges live in mine

And I felt less small among the stars
because you paint stars with so much yellow
and yellow is such a joyful colour

because the existence of stars
makes my life small,
makes my life fleeting
and endable,
and so,
precious

I thought you were tragedy
but oh -
the hope and the wonder
you saw!

I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.

please don't escape
i want you here
living, breathing,
existing

you are alive,

I love you because I'm alive,
I am alive because I love you.
Every morning I wake up next to you,
I'm alive.
Through the day as I wait for you,
I'm alive.
When I lie next to you,
I'm alive.
And I live every moment.
I feel every minute.
And i'm alive.
Because you are with me.