I call to my own depths
and the love of my life appears
and manifests my long ago forgotten dream.

So now I live the dream
knowing it is illusive and imagined
and infused with the flavor of realness.
Yet, only I am real and it
is seen by no one that this too is
an unreality. Nothing sees itself.
Nothing yearns for nothing.
Blank void cries and laughs
at its own reflection and
make-believes its world to exist
only for its own amusement.

Come play, my only friend!
Go away then come once more
to me and let us dance and laugh
and sing again and again in being
all the varied endless waves.

the mountains cry
as you weep for a love
you knew only in dreams
a mirage you concocted
a smokey appearance
you took for real life
the world can't touch what isn't
and you can't touch what is

There I lay on the cool grass, the cold wind on my face,
my eyes shut as I began to create nothingness,
darkness and emptiness. Who am I, my soul bared?
And then I dreamt, my darkness gave birth.

Like a painter giving life to a blank canvas,
I gave life to my endless thoughts, my void of emptiness,
and soon there was light—
pictures, words, sounds, dreaming.

I dreamt myself a new life. I was a curious poet
traveling the vast earth in search of a new muse, and for this dream,
a star was inscribed into my empty space
like words jotted on paper.

The star illuminated my empty space,
lit up my soul, as it held within its fiery life my dreams.
and the poet resided in its light, patiently waiting.

And so it began, an endless cycle of creation and destruction—
my empty space, brightening with the light of my dreams.
But for each star that was born, another was torn from my soul.

For each dream that crumbled, another formed in its place.
And time is not my friend. I was uncertain which star I would hold in the end,
because I knew I wanted them all.

And as I lay beneath the fig tree, reality convoluted upon itself—
it began to fade, as my mind searched, dreamt, and cried for more.

But time is not my friend, and time future does not exist in time present.
And time past can never be regained—fragmented memories,
left to the whispers of history.

And in this space of uncertainty, my soul lay bare, sure of only one thing:
I had successfully dreamt away my life.

To witness the entire world bathed in a single hue—  
I must have been battling for ages, confined to the realm
of purple through these battered, violet eyes. Yet, I found
myself dreaming—gently; amidst a sea of blossoms that
blanket the earth, soft carpets for my tender feet; the
fragrant embrace of lavender.  

So intoxicating was the scent that the deeper I ventured,  
the more it constricted my throat, stifled by the words  
I longed to voice. I wander through lavender dreams—
bewildered and lost; forever searching for a tangible end to
this reverie.  I leap, I tumble, I labour, and I cry out—  
carefully navigating the edges of reality, only to become
ensnared in a daydream.

But aren’t the lavenders as enchanting as her gaze; a girl I
yearned to love, though our time together was fleeting.

We never shared that vision of a wedding day adorned  
with lavender blooms, yet still, I hold onto the dream  
where I walk in dreams of lavender.

I want you to see this
There's a façade kind of bliss
That in my mind's eye
It sure felt like heaven's kiss.

You want me to see this
Play a part in your petty dreams
Let myself get lost in this shame abyss
Be seduced by your trysts.

If you wanted me to see this
How come we were a miss
And how come your new love's still
An old reminisce
Of memories and an angry's cat
Hiss?

I wanted you to see this
Maybe in the end
We were simply meant
To be each other's deadly miss.

I daydream of yesterday, its people and memories
Seasons used to be great, filled with no worries
Others embraced me as I am, the life of the parties
I get what I want, ask no apologies

Cracks suddenly appeared, leaving me lost in agony
Had to leave that world, jumped from country to country
Everyone questioned, spun their own theories
Watched it all crumbled down, what I built for centuries

Yet I am constrained, amid the vast possibilities
Still trying to look back, bygone fantasies
I have yet to let go, the pieces and uncertainties
A new galaxy awaits, filled with boundless opportunities

Loving you is like being awake
But falling into the sweetest dream.