In purple dreams I glide, over sultry evening roads,
Making my way homeward through night's crimson threshold,
Starlit dreams are melting across the ancient seasons,
Sweet scents of royal night, under cloudy, swirling legions,
My mind reflected in galaxies, mesmerized, spellbound,
As the night wind gently flows, with supernatural sound,
In shimmering shades of shadows, in the wild jasmine breeze
Lies a pastoral scene of starlight through mystic swaying trees,
My journey's marked in colors, in passages of love,
I peer up through passing purple, to a presence up above,
Sweet woman of my dreams, gazing down from way up high,
Her lovely face reflected, in windy heights of sky,
Dear Muse, your smile guides me to that home within my heart,
Till the night your sweet love finds me, 'neath evening's starry art.

Uplift me
Take me
Make me
Break me
Take me to another world.
Give me a night like a love song,
Where nothing goes wrong.
Where all that can be, will be.

Hold me,
Write to me,
Sing to me,
Break through my squirms of disbelief,
When you touch me - *Where no one else has been.


Your lips on every part,
Every shadow,
Every groove,
Hands gliding through every piece of hair.
Hold me, guide me, teach me.
Those eyes - That stare.

Tell me, Don't stop,
Tell me how you feel,
While you touch me,
Your body, Your soul-
Free--
To love me,
To show me,
A language of love spoken by your eyes
When you look at me,
A language only I perceive.
Write me poetry - with your glare,
Those eyes - That stare.

Taking me to that place,
Ecstatic,
Dramatic,
Mystical,
Amazing,
In reality it is silent,
Moments of our lives pass us by,
Without a care,
You make me think of nothing,
Though a thousand worries there.

You allow me to drift-
             I'm drifting.
  *Uplift me

Tears of heaven fall,
Because I cried and held back nothing at all.

Her heart is saddened,
Because all of her blessings have failed to gladden.

She whispers in the wind,
‘Are you disappointed, love, with all I send?’

But I yearn for more,
Such a selfish, childish, arrogant boar!

And does she weep,
As I fall into my dark and restless sleep?

Her voice in my dream
Yet rolls through my heart as a life-giving stream.

‘I love you no less,
Though foul you are and my blessings transgress;
Still will I hold you and in my ***** caress.’