sunny afternoons in the mall
strawberry ice-cream dripping
onto the manicured lawn
we'll laze in the shade of the big oak tree
you fall asleep while I try to speak

we make angels in the snow
your lines are sharp and defined
in the light mine falls in shadows
I store away the laughter
you leave around so carelessly

under the warm whites
steam is still rising
from your coffee mug
you left untouched
the wind chimes by the door
sound like your smile
sound like the ending of a day

He’s building castles in the sands
Making his way in my heart
He’s building words in the sky
Sprinkling me with love
He’s building towers out of paper cups
To anchor me from up above
He’s building my life before he sleeps
And I am nothing but his dream.

To an imaginary lover

I love
          You
    In
         A
              Certain way,
The way the night kiss the sky
      The way the sky kiss the night.

I
    Love you in a certain way
       Like splendour falls
And dew drops
     I love you
       In a
     Mysterious dark way
The way the night travels with time
          The way time travels with night

I Love
     You
When you talk to me in silence
    I
Love you when I hear your voice in Waters
I
    Love you
      When you sing those lullabies
The lullabies I hear whispering
       In the dark
Like a dangerous Wolf's howl
You call me
     And
Like a shadow mesmerized
   I follow
This
     Hunter haunts my softest heart
This unseen Lover
      Loves me in the darkest way
This
    Lover that I created
Resides with me
         When loneliness falls

and here in my past week
an entire universe has been modified and shifted

it's all still vaguely familiar though
i remember all the pathways like the back of my hand

you see,
no matter how often i fight myself on this
and no matter how often i  stare at that map, seeking a different way

they have all led back to you

so to think that maybe we were both a bit timid at first
ignites a warm fire

these flames that lace my nerves
electrify and superimpose onto a neon background
and they fill this empty bed when i feel weightless

you called a name
and it took me a moment
to comprehend
that it was mine

you told me
that i had exceptionally dark eyes
and asked if i knew how to dance

if only you knew that meeting you
was an event for the books
a milestone, in fact

little moments replay
on this continuous loop
that i wouldn't dare take any bribe to stop watching

exchanges that one would normally dismiss
or not think anything of
are so
so
significant to me

little memories have this habit of whispering,
"hey. i happened."

i listen for your song
time and time again

and never before have i wanted there to be silence so bad

Wax hammers melting under a suspicious sun,
bubbling on the soft tarmac road unspun.
Sarcastic grass struts in impotent arrogance,
at the rustling of a billion pointless paper bags.
As sparkling sin, trusts a single pointless poem.

Imaginary man, go. Here is your passport.
The imaginary city will not miss you.
The paper woman will not kiss you.
The snake oil train will too soon depart.

Imaginary man, weep. The furnaces tore you 'part.
Reality here is fain to **** you.
When no one else can cry, will you?
The tears in past you'd always dry, now refuse to start.

Imaginary man, flee. Your soul is free of this evil fort.
Their guns shall never train on you.
Their gases cannot ****** you.
But here you stay, a ship which burned in fallen port.

Imaginary man, die.
Liberty and Innocence cry.
Reality shall pay no mind.
The child's slain on concrete floor.

Did you bring your passport?

Would I love a nook and a book?
My fantasy world, imaginary,
To me, every book is worth a look,
Even an old dictionary.

Would I love a nook and a book?
Meet some new friends for free,
I could sit and read in my cosy nook,
any book, like Pictionary.

Would I like a nook and a book?
Yes, for these would trade the Earth,
Reading books, in a nook, no sooks,
Yes, nooks and books are what it's worth.