When the day comes
I'll put out my pipe
and watch the sun go by, all the same.

Yes, the thing with dreams is
you never know when or where.
The good news is, neither do they.

The day comes to never return again.
The sun that shines will be the same tomorrow -
but all else & the world belongs to you.

i may be a demon.
i honestly think we all are.

but its the person that exorcises you,
that shows you love and forces you to fall.

someone once told me
the sweet bird of youth
would last forever

and I guess she meant it,
in a puzzled kind of way,
you see.

just like a pretty flower needs
to be watered and loved to grow,
the sweet bird of youth needs
constant spring
and warm winds
if it's meant to last... forever.

words words words.

in what language
could we ever say
all that we mean,
ever be seen?

silence thus glides.

a shore for stranding.

Friday night
And I am at Hello Poetry.

What else?