Dancing fir trees, pine,
Greener against bluest skies,
Winter wind creeping.

My love is somewhere I can't find,
and I'm wand'ring here like a ghost.
My heart that used to glow with shine,
now has been drowned, now has been lost.

Vladimir, Vladimir, oh my Vladimir
Cannot thou relieve my suff'ring
Thou who used to have me lying
By thee as I stroked thy bronze hair
Trapped in thy blue eyes, soft and fair.

Vladimir, Vladimir, oh my Vladimir
How could thou leave me in mis'ry
Whilst thy love's the one I longed for
And sweet like a chocolate candy;
of which I would always want more.

And just like all of my poetry
I'm left 'lone here with only me;
With all the lights that might have lit-
But died as I started to writ.

"You're afraid of growing up."

Perhaps
but I see no shame in that
why would I ever want to grow up
if it means being
miserable
lonely
and drunk
like you,
Dad.
-

"It's bad for you." He said.

"I know it's bad," she replied, "but I want to do it anyway."

Writing to you again
You ignite my thoughts
My hand's still shaking
As I fold up the letter
Put it in a glass bottle
Sealing it sends another shudder
Down my fragile spine
No longer asking you
Because I'm certain you're mine

Should I bury it
Or send it out to sea?
Should I wait on it?
What will be, will be
After all these passing thoughts
Rush in and out of my head
I'm left with a smile
And echoes of words you've said
Maybe I'll just go to bed

When I wake up
I look out to the ocean
Over sand and under painted skies
I think you're my worst sin
Obsessed over the concept
Of us in a cozy hammock
Out of which we leapt
Went our separate ways
Yet my memories remain
Unshaken

I live in fantasy
A soul on the water
Waking up evermore to glistening shores

Mist rises high from the warm suns rays
No picture could capture the millions of words
This isn't fiction, it's true.
This is just my morning view

A flower blooms blood red and sky blue
While a hummingbird wakes up and drinks its dew
The mountains which rise around my quiet lake stand silent and listen
Give nothing but their smiles for miles.

The wind never blows before noon, holding this scene still
Moments like this happen every day for me.
Just close your eyes and dream of this far land I live in.
You can be here, you can discover this.
Just close your eyes to see.

Sometimes we say more by saying nothing at all,
and sometimes we do more by doing nothing at all.