When I slumber I dream in color of a meadow by a brook
a sweet bird on a branch of a tree so tall it kisses the sun
in a sky of vivid blues, red, yellow and a hint of orange
listening to the birds sing about the flowers in bloom
attracting butterfly and nectar seeking humming birds
who fly near the place where I prepared a picnic for two.

Drift off to sleep my love
meet me in our meadow of dreams
A blanket spread
classic colors of checker board squares
with a picnic basket of wicker
two wine glasses for the laughter
of sparkling bubbles, we share.

Slowly falling
you glide on angels wings
in the distant horizon
next to the mountain of our desires
walking now
ever closer
stopping to sniff the aroma
of flowers grown by our mother nature
deeply in love with life
stepping on the moss of a fields shadow
your memory imprints a visit.

Our hands reach
and touch, fingers intertwined
feeling the warmth of together
as our eyes met with a look of content
our bodies drawing closer
we feel the purpose of meeting
from across the distant miles
a connection.

A summer rain softly falling
we dance
spinning
hands holding
until we fall together on the checkered blanket
laying together we make pictures from clouds
and speak of love everlasting
peanut-butter and jelly
a favorite.

Making plans for the coming days
when the Pacific ocean turns into a field
of green clover
and on the day
we picnic
and make love under the stars
in the meadow where we first met...
Looking into the mirror... as the story unfolds...

Your hair's all blonde, your eyes bright green,
I have nothing but a dream,
And its in black and white.

Your eyes shine bright, your lips are fine,
I have a song, nothing more,
You are all I see.

Your lips tell me everything, your hair is soft,
All I have now are drops of tears,
You are all I need.

I can be a legend, sir,
A murderer, but not a traitor

I look at all that is left, the pages, the pictures, the dust,
The walls are weak, the heart stops for a minute,
My words come back to me, in shades that cry out towards the sky,
and yet, silence remains, ever watchful, omnipresent.

I feel the words that I said, to assuage the grief that is mine,
My eyes are the windows of my minds, where only suffering enters,
Disease, caresses the willows, it massages the misty forests of Gloom, and in my Melancholia, I am solitary, even though all I hoped for
was whisper, a quiet pat on the shoulder, a single ray of sunshine.

All is ashes now, all is consumed by Time, and all that remains,
is transient in my search for eternity, immortality weighs
on my fatigued brain like a heavy blanket, the gloved hand of Pain,
Takes me on, towards the end, towards Redemption, towards Salvation

I cross the seas of Passion
To the shores of Truth,
I've not looked back since

As we return to the Dust
From whence we came,
My eyes look to the setting sun,
And a lifetime of memory
Comes back to me,
Our paths may have crossed but once,
Yet we were changed forever