oh, how I wish to press a kiss upon your lips
oh, how I wish to nuzzle my head into the crook of your neck
oh, how I wish to embrace you
and feel your warmth seep into my skin
oh, how I wish to entangle my hands in your hair
oh, how I wish to entwine my fingers with your
oh, how I wish to be called yours
but alas, this is a dream
a fantasy
it isn't the right time to tell you
oh, how I wish for my confession of love
to glide out of my mouth
and into your ears
oh, how I wish my confession is reciprocated
but alas, this is a dream

To hunt the moon till the sun must rise.
Or paint the pictures in the sky.

To adventure deep beyond the stars.
Or trap the memories from afar.

To drown the rivers in the sea.
Or hate the past and what's to be.

To feel the heart and hear the brain.
Or question in depth of what remains.

My dreams, they blossom a long reach.
Only to remind me of the longing I have for each.

remember the feeling of falling,
before you enter the land of dreams?
i felt that in your presence,
not knowing what the future deems.

felt when I looked into your eyes,
and once our fingers intertwined.
we face an uncertain tomorrow,
with both our hearts aligned.

but no one can ever be prepared
to face dark, rainy nights,
when you've gotten used to sunny days,
and nights under bright city lights.

opened my eyes, realizing the fall.
head throbbing, but I'm awake.
was it a dream? a nightmare?
why does my chest still ache?

the line blurs between real and fake,
a memory, or a soul’s mistake?

Love…

I owe you an apology
not for what I did,
but for what your dreams said I did.

Somewhere in your sleep,
I lost my mind, my vows,
and apparently my clothes.

You woke with distance in your eyes,
and I knew:
I’d betrayed you in a world
I never touched.

So let me say this
I’m sorry for the man
your dream invented.

And I promise,
as long as you sleep without nightmares,
I’ll stay faithful…

even in your imagination.

I've drawn a big square
Then another
In each corner
Inside the big one
                   I have a house

  Just the same as the one
    I drew when I was five
       With a little stick dog
                                  A tree
         And a winding path

       All out of perspective 

Little's changed
                 I still can't draw
A dog now barks
The tree is deciduous
                 And the path’s still winding

The show was great!
The singing, the laughing.
the lights swooning me,
into feeling!

After such a night,
there I was,
wondering comes next,
figured it was time to sleep,
so I went home and did just that.

Until the next time the lights flickered,
songs sweep me on my feet,
and the good times dole directly to my soul.

And he did just that. Opportunities came and went, yet nothing ever matched the same groove. The world kept spinning as it always does, and there he remained sleeping. His dreams could replay that feeling again, no biggie. Why wake? When he could shake all he wanted in a dream.

Mind of ice
yet a heart of fire.
To say I'm numb,
I'd be a liar.
Cold thoughts
in a broken world.
Yet warm yearnings,
a dreaming heart.
Deep proof of passion.
Proof, half frozen
you can still be alive.

The more I focus, the further you stray,
Even for a second, I want you to stay.

To escape from reality, to break free from this cell,
In this illusion of a dream, enchanted by a spell.

Every time I close my eyes, you fill darkness with light,
But the closer I reach, the more I lose sight.

You stood at the top of the stairs, reaching out to me,
Radiating a beacon of hope, I grabbed it hard with glee.

You are now a smudged painting, a lost faded sketch,
The more I try to remember, the more you look a mess.

Hues of yellow and pink, drifted in the haze,
Splashed with joy and delight, a picturesque mosaic.

It still lingers in my heart and soul,
That picture-perfect moment of a story gone cold.