In the hours of the night
I'm thinking about you.
I'm restless, feeling vulnerable.
the stars are too far,
as they fade in the day.
The sun is awake,
and you're floating away.
I watch as you depart
but I lay here,
wondering when the night
will once again reappear,
but I keep dreaming
with my eyes wide open,
I dream of the future
and I hope you're listening,
to every wish I senselessly make,
because when I dream of you,
i'm finally awake.

Todays a day I wont remember,
Tommorows probably the same.
Memories burn,
Remembering not what you want,
But what you think you want.
Sorting, categorising,
In my mind.
Who knows what has happened in my life?
Who knows what's happened in todays tommorow?

Yesterdays a day I dont remember;
Full of fear and sin.

Sin a word I always have destested.
You believe in God.
I never did.
As a young child always questioning,
What is this all about?

Heaven and Hell are both the same.
Invented by them,
It gives them hope you see
I guess I understand,
But the word is just another I hate,
I guess I understand.

Falling down like a rain drop
twenty-twenty but I’m blind.
Knowing that this must stop,
maybe tomorrow I’ll change my mind.

But maybe the fog has made me hazy,
no one will choose to save me,
write me off as crazy,
their judgements come too hasty.
Red flags planted to trace me
to the spot where I’ve been wasting
no help to do it myself,
I guess I’ve gotten lazy.
I vow to not continue with the crime,
maybe tomorrow or another time.

Tumbling around like dry leaves,
amazed by the colours you find.
Trading dry mouth for dry heaves,
maybe tomorrow I’ll change my mind.

Take notice that life as a poetess
feels kind of hopeless,
and as a bonus I’m under hypnosis.
I’ve been focused on picking myosotis
for my magnum opus,
better than roses
but less than autumn crocus.
I’ll watch them bloom in their prime,
maybe tomorrow or another time.

Lying on the ground as the concrete,
don’t mind the chalk as I’m outlined.
I think it’s due I get back on my feet,
maybe tomorrow I’ll change my mind.

Rain..
Sky is crying again...
Moon is not yellow tonight..
Sad..
Night..
Dreams..
Next morning is cloudy..
Gray..
Gray..
Gray..
Life is passing by slowly..
Time is sleeping ... that is why...
Stars..
People..
Talking..
I can't hear you..
Are my dreams gray as well..?
Are they empty..
Without you..
You..
Waiting..
Door is opening..
Are you coming?
Today..
Maybe tomorrow..
Grey..
Again..
Waiting..
I am Holding the time..
...For tomorrow..

C hristina
H ave you ever been loved.
R eally loved before ..
I will never regret that love.
S top me if you can
T oday ,maybe timorrow..
I will love you again
N ot because I can...
A m I wrong.... not ?

For the purity to blow
For the neatness to flow
For all the clarity to glow,

Lets sow more love
Lets pour more kindness
Lets wipe out all tears.

        All the beauty is here
         it is in our hands
        we can creat smiles
        we can bring near
        the better tomorrow
               for all of us !