Close your eyes gently
As if you were to kiss me
Remember the times
Where you held me
And promised me
To better ourselves
Change this nightmare
Into a sweet baby Dream
And open your eyes
As if the kiss was over.

Listen.* You are not listening to me.

My life for you
is an open book
For others, it is 
a closed chapter

approach

the flames like  a meddlesome, open-
mouthed,

        potential
love.

sprinkle her lightly
her powers so magical
the light of stardust

merging
my silence with the tide
I search for words
in a moment of stolen serenity.

i like to watch the lion with his big long mane
roaming in the sun on the sandy plain
as regal as can be with his head held high
as gentle as lamb as he goes walking by.

the king of all the beasts roaming wild and free
such a lovely beast such a sight to see
filled with so much grace this creature of the wild
master of them all and mother natures child

You know your a poet when?..you write the poem of your life in your dreams, when you wake it's lost forever