She speaks to me through Winter's night,
At the clash of fearless winds and tides.
Within whispers of memoired days that passed,
I find myself entangled in each others grasp.
Like a summer's day I forget the tomorrows,
Unworthy challenges, expectancies and sorrows,
Letting go of my anger and unattended pain,
Her whispers are the only things that keep me sane.
I close my eyes to the sound of aquatic gusts,
Invisioning the days we've spent sharing eachother's lust.
Through a swirl of thought I sit beside you,
With petals of flowers falling upon each shoe.
My arm grips you tight as if hanging for salvation,
Yet still we hold a certain fear of confrontation.
We path our way with big and small footsteps,
Through unearthed soil, we silently crept.
The view was shallow; yellow with blue,
I gazed my eyes upon this priceless view.
Amongst an ocean of grass and rooted flowers,
Lay a lonely rose, purveying endless thorn-showers.
How risky and deep and precious the thought,
That within grass and sunflowers, a rose has been brought.
My hands reach to grip, but my eyes twinge with pain,
A sudden push through my lungs, and rush through my veins.
I wake up confused, my dream disappears,
But you my gray rose, you're always right here.

Upon a blazing dream lies a girl I used to know
Deep green stare and a paralyzing touch
She cut herself with the edge of broken glass
For within her soul was a sin she knew too much

She played with fire on a long black rope
Outside circuses that demanded money-throwing crowds
Walking through unfolding walls and closing doors
Throwing blinding stares and deafening sounds

She traded whiskey for a kiss from the ocean
Like a gypsy making money for the poor
I turned my eyes for a second and she was gone
Gone to wander within the reaches of the ocean shore

The sky grew darker, the clouds turned into mist,
Below her feet lay a wooden creaky deck.
She rowed for years as her hands soaked up her agony,
She rowed and rowed into an unforgiving black.

Spirals of light went off within her mind.
Her eyes opened and closed to a distant growing flash.
Cocooned upon a tiny open boat invisible from land,
She listened to the thunder's deadly roar and slash....

Did you check within your dream?
Are you hiding in your sleep?
Has this world become surreal?
Follow me

Bless the night
Bless the sky
Bless the woman who conceived this child

Bless the tide
Bless every lie
Bless he who lets his imagination run wild

You judge me for my judgment upon right and wrong
But what is good and what is bad?
Nothing
Neutrality
What is cast as good through the mass is later protested against in majority for the wrong choice.
Wrong again.
Eyes sinking in deep thought
The blackness you carry has been a burden not only to yourself
Your past is circling you and all you do is cry
You replace the beauty of nature with artificiality
Like the flowers in your vase which once required care
Now cast into a world of no restrain or effort

You say you understand
But do you really?
Or are you yet again simply judging my thoughts based upon the facts you know about both you and I?

The grass you lie upon will later burn you and cause you to lose what is known to man as 'sanity'. In the future you will rest upon dreams, rely upon liars, welcome the unworthy, lift your servants, free the captives and live what you have thought impossible.
Be thankful I am tired for my mind is restricted to a line of thought so thin that once concentration is lost, there is no return.

She saw the stars shine bright when the city lights were on
And remembered every face of those people now gone

She recited every passage from her favourite fairy tale,
Just as a poet would recite a work soon to unveil

She believed in magic and stories meant to deceive
But the one time I'd laughed at that, she made me believe

She dreamt of the winter's winds when summer came
And in the heat of it all, she would pray for rain

She would play with fire when her mother was depressed
Just to occupy her mind, and clear it from all extra stress

The walls would whisper of her humble generosity
And when they asked her how she does it she answered,
Happiness and laughter is the only thing this world should see


But most of all,
She made a young boy laugh, a grown man cry
A shattered heart heal, an injured bird fly
A worried friend calm, a suicidal smile wide
And when we needed her most, she stood by our side