The doors of ancients opened,
Now broken, we can go though,
A powerful magic releasing us again,
Free to return to reign once more.

Wandering through the ages of time,
Tangible to see and feel the imaginary,
Farewell, I go far away from here,
In a world of dreams and the magical.

Now you approach me,
Come in to me and fill tonight,
Chase away the darkness within,
I ride the night by your side.

Shadows flee from the pure light,
Give me the power of the air,
Winds, hear me, call my name,
Blow into my very soul, give me hope.

As you enter my room of enchantment,
You feel my spell weaved and you fall,
Lie with me under the cover of the night,
Under the stars draped around the moon.

Your lush green eyes filled with maroon
Oh, my is it a dream that I always, have you?
Waking up by your side, with your lingering scent
Citrus with a crust of ocean in it
I have loved you forever and always
be mine my beloved in this lapse
until the twist of fate intervenes
let me be the only fool to have your hand
forever and always be mine

"Life's about the journey
Not the destination"
Well pardon me
But I have a question,
What if the journey
Isn't worth the destination?
Follow me
Maybe somewhere in here is a lesson
...
The finish line is a dreamy fantasy
It has to be
Because the in-between
Of point A and point B
Has almost killed plenty
Literally a step away
From creating
A new ending
To a journey
No one would want to remember
Much less mention
One with no connection
To the original destination
Now not worth the journey

©2024

(crack)
Go ahead, babe;
hang in there.
Your heart's light hasn't faded;
it’s inside, crying for your love.

I won't lie to you;
surely you are like a rabbit.
That's what you smell like.
Deep down, it's your real name.

Although maybe you
have no idea about the reason
for your name.
So peaceful, but a bit of a funny one.

I call you "rabbit” —
Cos you're truly healing.
So, this time, I plead,
be a cure-all,
by
wipe away the tears.

**** your darlings;
they won't let you see the truth.
By all means, **** them,
as they echo within the walls
of your roomy soul.


Don't pick up a gun,
That would only be a tragedy.
Any blood shed for the sake
of despair is no good.
It's like a raw holocaust
with no divine smell.


Rather, you should use the soul's shield,
which is your only watchman;
Feel the right to be a daisy,
with an open heart for the unknown.
Deep down,
you've been crying for that.


Now my beloved bunny,
sip your medicine.
Drain off those raindrops from your eyes,
And never forsake you.

(sip-sip)

Time passes and takes me,
a secret from the sea it brings.
Spare me from this spirit
that corrodes veins and more,
leaping beneath the body.

What secret does it hide, then,
paralyzing the fevers,
raising fear within me?
What spares me from the soul,
keeping my breath sound?

Keep me sound and alive,
a fruit, crystal-clear,
that storms and thunder
cannot shake,
preserving its branches.

The secret whispers
in the waters of the dead sea,
calls my name and moves on,
reaches my feet in the tides
of the windiest waves.

Fingers beneath a thousand drops,
walked through gales,
dark and salty they are.
The moisture reveals
the beats of my heart.

Fever cuts me and fades,
in the time the voice comes,
in the depth of this sea,
with love that wraps me,
with a touch of warmth.

One dreams when the sky,
unashamed, cries,
with love and sadness,
wailing and breaking its voice,
never to return again.

The secret is a secret.
In the depth of the soul it lies,
in the depth of the mind it stays,
it lives what time keeps,
the voice of the sea and the desert.