Love is a word, never quite understood
its meaning changes, as it sometimes should
it could cause a tear, while showing its care
it could reside far away, or it could be near

It could be hidden, sometimes in the open
maybe it could go lost, but could never be stolen
love can be a sickness, sometimes it's the cure
and with the right words, it causes that allure

Whatever love is, very much can be said
shared with both the living, and the dead
love removes unhappiness from within our soul
binding even strangers to share a common goal

When our time comes, we will all be called upon high
asked to give an accounting, without being able to lie
how much friendship, peace and love did you spread
or with your own selfishness, did you choose to be fed

For now, however, you don't feel too compelled
self indulgence, has not as of yet been dispelled
eventually, unbeknownst, melancholy will take hold
no longer with your excuse, why was I never told?

Life is just too short, your own accomplishments are as of yet still few
how many wonderful things in life, they await, for no one but you
open your mind and your heart to see how much there is yet to do
happiness, you'll ultimately realize, is the only thing that's really true

"                                                           "
Within my dreams Illuminated

Galaxies travel across Fiery dark canopy

Maybe the Traumdeutung is too much

Of a work before day's work Begins

Above us is also below Us dormitory

Dreaming of our luscious Bodies entwined

Riding each other as Universe was a Wild

Splendid stallion stampeding through Open Space

And her sacred blood turns into the salty Waters

Upon his black neck caressed by the noon

Beneath hot eruptions of Sun's squared light beams

Beneath his magic ebony knited untamed mane

Covering by his pace awaken eyes thirsting

For crystal cold waters deep in the distance

Feeling the pull of a mirage flickering

In the deserts of life; each one crying

Howling alone to the full Moon

Singing to us with strange allure:

"Fairy tales do come True. . ."

*We have to believe!

My heart is filled with all the colors,
The world around me has to offer.
It seems to be an enormous canvas
Artist being the life, painting it ever so often.
These are never ending  blends,
With the variegation of shades,
Thus the understanding- from them
Only few I will name.
The drops of yellow from happiness and joy,
From friendships staying true.
Some light pink for the eternal child inside me.
Sadness and failures depicting serene blue.
Truth and purity paint it white,
And in black lies the strength, staying on course.
Lines of green for evergreen.
Rich lilac imagination in me pours.
Dark blue swipes from the adventurous soul,
Grey delivered by the doubts and unknowings.
The blood-red hue from all those emotions
Piling up from not releasing nor showing.
Brown will be added throughout the life-
The knowledge, experiences and wisdom that’s gained.
Each and every day I grow as a person,
Unwilling to stay the same.
And colors from love
What will be those?
Combination of it all,
I so readily suppose.