Looking in the mirror
And thinking
oh, it's you again
Falling to the floor
In plenty of despair
you never change
The same reflection
Again and again
*always the same

The clouds had made
a crimson crown
Above the mountains high.
The stormy sun was going down
In a stormy sky

Why did you let your storm so
rest on me,
And hold your breath between?
Blue storms peering towards me
A gaze held and so long seen

In all the ages this can never be
As if it had not been

Tell me about your dreams
of you
wondering in starlit dew
Tell about each dreamy breath you take
making love for lover's sake
Whisper in my ear my dear
of magical dreams with you
falling into clouds of love
feeling the warmth of you

Tell me about ancient fable times;
Oracle's love questions in rhymes;
rhyming about you and me; beyond an ever calming sea

Tell me about vines that creep
up walls too steep that carry me to you
into bedroom dreams of bliss

Tell me about your dreamy house;
it's lilac door, it's French domain, and flowery window paine
Tell me you dream of two, just me and you
within its walls of love, two like dreamy turtle doves
dreaming of only love...

I shall write another one
You shall take nonsense as an excuse

I shall seek the stars and the full moon for happiness and unacceptable misery

You shall scream the butterflies out, rip the shivers with your bare soft little hands

You shall write my name on the shore and one wave or another can wipe it off

I shall write your name with the stars on the darkest nights, night clouds will hide them, mornings will miss them, high buildings will hide them with jealousy

And I shall unlove you

I shall reach, breathless and embrace you
Effortlessly erase you
Unlove you
Forget
And you shall help

a dusty book left on a shelf
only to be forgotten is the only
thing i can compare myself to.
how do you find happiness
when the only thing you find
yourself surrounded by is just
a collection of the saddest novels.
i'm the last dead flower in a
once vibrant garden,
will i ever be watered?

i'm wilted, unwanted and have
not a single feeling of worth.
what's my purpose, i'm bleak,
bleary eyed and left to decay.
the ending to this story has yet
to be finished, but for now
i remain bookmarked waiting
for her to open me once more.

*i want to be your favorite book, i want
to be the story you won't forget