Sing me your song
And put me in a trance
Of love and devotion.
Your song blows on the embers
Of my soul and awakens them
From its dormant state.

Sing me your song
So I can fall in love.
Sing me your song
So I may discover my fire.
Sing me your song
And, someday, I will also sing along.

You're like a firefly.

A little dream on the earth.
The scent of the stars.
little, glowing, flying
in complex constellations.

You walk like a dream
at night.
veiled, young and shy.
alluring, intoxicating.
fulfilling and emptying,
all at the same time.

somewhat ;)

Who amongst us is not
Shaped by our past some way?
Much of it best forgot,
Mistakes made on the way.
Though it taught us a lot
It's important to say:
What we were matters not,
But what we are today.

I often find myself wishing the best for everyone *except myself