In Stardust,
Is where can hopes be born,
But also, where a star has died, violently, explosively, shining out light so brilliant it would roar if it hit the atmosphere, illuminate it,
It is hot, alike the purgatory with a sweet look to gaze at if you observe the planetary nebulae by a far, far distance of course,
The dreams of the nova remnant, spread across space, left is but a small piece of dense matter, pulsating light cast by it's fast spin,
It is but a pulsar, or rather this old lady could be called one of the many lighthouses of our beloved widely beautiful universe,
Shining brilliantly even after death, isn't that what we all desire ?
If sadness clouds your judgement and you have nowhere to run,
And if you feel lonely in a starlit sky, worrying about the past long gone, losing yourself to your recurring, cruel thoughts,
Just remember, that you too, once were part of a bright, shining star which once too used to brighten up the dark, cold night for one else.

~ Umi

The desert,
A sea of sand, drought and dry air under a scorching, blazing Sun,
The wind may feel alike a cut, which burns through your senses,
Relentless, the heat takes over by day, yet by night it is cold enough to freeze you if you come unprepared. Such would be a foolish idea,
A dessert of thoughts, driving into my brain, leaving ideas uncovered
Leaving productivity hidden, under the sand of hatred and self doubt
Such places, landscapes, covered by firy silicate or ice are truly lethal,
Such state of mind, covered by uncertainty is truly lethal, for ones wonderful creativity, for art of all kind, conveyed or material, if you might wander through such a land without any guide to help out,
Worry not, for after every drought comes rain, blissful rain to fertilise the soil of thoughts which will blossom in wonderous ways, to shine,
After all, motion without movement cannot be possible so try to move
A wise friend once tought me, that if you give it enough time, even a nigh impossibility becomes a certainty, even a desert could be a forest
But until then, be patient my dear, even the most deserted place, carries some beauty in it, no ?

~ Umi

Sadists, aren’t we all… abusing that for which we fall…
The way that I’m obsessed… with the fabric of your dress
Although it doesn’t feel as good… as tender skin beneath it would
So it deserves the claws… and lacerated ribbons’ flow…
Of all the fingers, it’s the thumb… that sees the broadest, like the sun
Runs in circles on those knees… the sweet of you I love to read
Yet passion thrives on sacrifice… with aftermaths of melting ice
To treat the paintings on your skin… which lust, in trance, would blindly leave
Like every coin, there are two sides… and truth is tasting both in life…
The things that we adore… our hunger paints in gore
And now you’re in the palms… their lips brush off the calm…
The sinking of the teeth… the flavor underneath...

Sail away


We all sail away in the end.
Yeah we all sail away in the end.
When the horizon calls, we will be walking to a fall,
Because we all sail away in the end.


When the storm calls our name,
We will have been found but never saved,
Because we all sail away in the end.
Life is only one day in an eternity of time,
So go get what you deserve before you end up dead.
When you are carried away by the rising of the tides,
You will be free to leave and I hope you get to begin again.


If the winters doors do not open anymore,
All the heat in the world will not let you through to see the sun.
We all rise and fall, as our sail carries us for-
Words are all that remain when we are gone.
As we rise, we fall, as we sail onwards towards the shore,
We see our end before our time has come to rule the world.


In a sea of lies, we are floating butterflies;
We need the sun to dry our wings out before we can fly.
If we are carried on high, then we will have been justified;
If we believe, maybe we will walk into the light.


Oh we’re all heading home in the end.
Yeah we’re all heading home in the end.
When the moment comes and we sail off into the sun,
All the stars will lead us to a place,
Where we can be with our friends.


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Winter


The cold wind blows, through the bones in my body.
A shiver down the spine makes you shake a gesture or sign,
Of a forthcoming winter; the cold is in the air.


So enjoy the sunshine, before the cold dark days;
The winter of discontent.
The eerie sound of an icy wind, a time for you to lament;
That the warm days, are no longer.
This summer has come and gone.


So wrap yourself up, nice and warm,
Before you catch your Death.
The bleakness of the moral, is innocently lost,
But the cold air gives form, to a heated breath.


So stay indoors, where it’s safe and warm
And keep the heat trapped;
For the heat that you have imprisoned,
Beneath the blanket on your bed,
Will soon become,
This winter’s closest friend.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

I still feel your presence
It lingers all over me,
The warmth of your body
Is now a part of me.

I can’t think of anything more sweet
Than the moments when our lips would meet,
I remember that night…
You held me as your own while standing in the rain
You pressed your lips to mine and took away the pain.

Your heat spread to me and warmed me in the cold
At that moment, I surrendered and was yours to hold.
Deep in my heart, I always knew
But never wanted to admit,
that I was in love with you.

I felt we drifted away together in a storm,
But now we’re torn.
Even though you’re gone
Your heat lives on.

I reminisce to that night
When I get too lonely,
And wish every time
To live in that moment only.

The heat we had will always remain
In my heart, you left that stain,
It’ll never be removed
And It’ll never fade in the rain.
Now I stand alone,
hoping you’d come join me again.