Princess kissing a frog,
Really, do fairy tales come true?
Whoever has kissed a frog?
Then watched it become Prince Charming,
Does your heart yearn?
For what does your heart yearn, to be rescued?
Why would a Prince Charming dash to your rescue?
Especially after being a frog,
Why would you want to wear glass slippers?
Real question is -
Do fairy tales really come true?

Chinese year of Dragon,
Dragons are a myth so they say,
A friendly foe,
Yet stories persist,
That they do exist,
Refer to Dragons of old,
Breathing fire,
Belching smoke,
Faced by fearless,
Gallant armored knights,
With mace and sword,
Yet I have heard that Dragons,
Smoke those knights of old,
Leaving just wisps wafting upward,
I simply ask,
Who would **** a Dragon.

Day dreams,
Night dreams, or
Just seamless dreams,
Where night and day are indistinguishable,
Why is night sky black?
When there is infinity of stars,
Do nights give birth to Ghosts,
Or do Ghosts only come at night,
Night conceals,
Day light exposes,
Are you afraid of night?
When seamless dreams come anytime,
Who is to say daydreams are less,
Than night dreams,
Or what Seamless dreams are,
Perhaps they are another dimension,
Where and night are indistinguishable.

My Enchantress
Sensations charm,
Drawing me close,
Your magic touch,
Is that of an entrancing,
Temptress in mind and soul,
Who beckons me into my dreams,
Both day and night,
As I hear you whisper,
“Come to Me”
With a blink an eye,
In a thin time slice,
Quickly I am there,
You are my love,
Flowing Across My Skin.

I feel your fire inside,
Feel your rapture,
As your skin touches mine,
Burning into me,
I am listening to you breathe,
Asking you to,
Breathe life into me,
Take me away to blue skies above,
Fly with me into these heavens,
Leave behind our past,
Strike out anew,
Breathe into me.

I close my eyes,
Wanting you touching me,
Breathing into me,
Whispering my name,
Your kisses caressing my lips,
As you take me away,
Into another dimension,
Where I am drifting slowly,
Looking down around,
I want to tell you that,
We were made to fit as one.

When You Are Gone,
You’re an angel on your way back,
How were we supposed to know?
We would never be able to stay away,
Thoughts of you are constantly in my mind,
In a wind or even slight breeze, I feel you,
As your breath flows across my skin,
I know you are here.