..

When I touch my bed,
Lights go off,
My heart starts beating,
My mind stops working,
My eyes doesn't close,
Still I dream,
I dream of you...!

When loneliness covers me,
When darkness surrounds me,
The silence of night around me,
The sound of insects chirping aloud,
In this silence my heart speaks aloud,
Your name it shouts,
for you it calls...!

When I start to sleep,
My eyes start to rain,

I just keep thinking how CLOSE we were,
I just keep thinking how FAR we are,
Yet I believe one day we will meet
And in that meet eternal bliss will be  till eternity...!

Dreams are something I live on,
With open eyes I dream of you,
Thoughts betray me,
Love kills me,
Distance destroy me,
Rules bind me,
Loving you is the best thing ever happened to me,
To be loved by you would have been divine...!

Wait is what is written in my destiny,
Wait is what I will do,
May it be week,
month,
years...
Still,till infinty my eyes won't sleep,
My heart won't stop dreaming,
My thoughts will always have you in them,
And as the night falls,
And the lights goes off,
My head will touch the pillow,
My eyes will flood for no one to see.....!

You are my life,
my soul,
My soulmate,
You are everything I have,
You are everything I want to have,
You made me complete,
You made me woman....
You made me woman madly in love,
My destiny will change to occupy you,
My wait will be fruitful
Sometime,
Someday,
Somewhere,
Some how,
We shall definitely meet.....!

Till then...
Live well..
My soul,
My soulmate..!

Sparkle In Wisdom
3rd june 2008..

the map

that hangs

from my
bedroom

wall

has a thin blue line

of ink

that traces the

distance

that will soon be

between your lips

and mine
it 
seems 
so tiny

insignificant

a chasm that can be crossed

in a single bound
alas,

tread carefully,

the gap is far wider

than you think

it is easy for one

to fall

short

much like

summer

so quickly

come and gone

do not fret

our days may
be fast coming

but our feelings

they linger



seize

not only the day

but my fingers

so very tightly

and we shall cling

to chirping cricket
s
and cloudless skies

infinitely

I wanted love like Sunday morning.
Coffee filling the house, the smell of bacon cooking, and a breeze through the windows.

I wanted love like Sunday afternoon.
Jazz playing on the record player, white sheets crumpled under our bodies, and the waves outside our perfect home.

I wanted love like Sunday night.
Wine glasses clinking together, fingers laced together, and crickets chirping in the meadow.

I wanted love like a Sunday morning...

The moon sways
Across the beaten sky,
And lonely it goes
The day has come by
And to show what it become
Light shafts upon the ground
Gently it glimmers
And my oh my the dark withers
With gnarls of curse
And hoots tearing its verse
Wonders of the younger
May have traveled to slumber
If cure the curious
Brimming of imagination
Yes they are reckless
Yet they capture the moment
Hidden wonders within thy flourish
Shall chance
Doubtless of others' chorus  
When the moon retires  
And the sun's pierce
Is taken to its knees  
The dark will soon expire
But not in vain it will flee
Because the hours  
Will skid across the
Icing sleek sky
Twittering and chirping
As blink of an eye
A powder of dust
The old will now
Rest in peace
As the youth's endless time
Starts to tick
Soon to rest, forever
In the dirt

A valid domino principle is already fully valid in all cases! Good luck washing, all chirping taps are a good treat, a shaping that pushes each other into the back! The minute reputation of brilliance is never rushed by the fall of the Individual! It seems like a ten-minute, self-contained pall of a job interview repeated to the point of boredom! Dancer-comedian will hang your clown lace at an angle more easily if you know even the dog is not curious about his sensation! Who they like to see as an obsessive failure, a loser even from humanity - it could easily be that he wears every moral prime!
 
You did not intentionally commit the retaliatory principal sin! The classic case of overinsurance only applies to him! There’s always just the smell of ammonia from the sharper scandal smelling in the infected V.I.P air! My little boy chatter would be taken down immediately by the absolute adults! The nail-biting tactics of creative women lurk deep in their counting souls; more second fiddlers have never been needed just in this misguided time!
 
With a slender, superstitious body, he snakes from guy to guy until he gains the privileges of a carefree luxury lifestyle! Incorporated sources of error have always been easier to blame! The rider of exotic evenings is already every jampec fool: easy, overnight adventures forever knowing everything! The germs of immortal romance are dwindling! Why do Don Quixote's chubby face have the unwilling slap first? They go through a whole life as an orphaned victim! Only a few could know the Stars from the sky to lie down.

watching the clouds float
listening to chirping birds
i feel a calmness

The birds chirping makes
what was once serene, chaos,
but yet still serene.

gentle, but constant, warmth
encouraged the delicate petals
to unfurl,
extend and expose inner veins
and release fragrant wisps
wafting slowly
the length of the shoot laden meadow –
protruding with diligent
single-mindedness
they burst forth and dotted the landscape
with fresh and pale greenery
trading the stark, barren, winter wasteland
into a valley of rebirth
extension
and colorful beauty
destined for fawn frolic
and sparrow dancing –
sitting cross-legged
surrounded by the sounds of spring
the nonstop low ****** buzz
chirping and squawking  of the scrub jay
effortlessly hoping from branch to twig
twice on the ground
and back up into the treetops…
far off in the distance
carried only by a meandering breeze
the long slow shrill whistle
of a bull Roosevelt
brought my mind to the present
forcing my to consider my surroundings
with a different air –
without warning I was left
with only my heartbeat
and the steady in and out
of a mammal breathing, bated
a slight yet tangible fear began to grow within
and I felt an urge to flee screaming into the forest
for what seemed a lifetime
I gathered strength and courage
as a new and foreign warmth played across
my ***** and trembling neck hair
coiled muscled began to twist
as I slowly turned to see what I was sharing the meadow with
this fine and sunny day…..
sweat dripped as I forced myself  to make a full rotation
and cast my eyes upon the intruder
barley a slit of sunlight crept between tightly pressed lids
first a little of the left
then some of the right
slowly adjusting
to both the brightness of daylight
but also to the contrast presented
the large dark swaying body
outlined but the new delicate shoots
I could feel the sweat rise on my forehead
and travel slowly
along my hard cheek line and down my neck
weave through the chest hair
and circumnavigate my belly button
finally soaking into the edge of my blue jeans
slightly discoloring the material…
I felt a swelling of bravery as I gave the monster
my direct gaze –
large brown eyes momentarily caught my own
as the massive black bear offered a loud grunt
and rambled back into the dense and darkened thicket
slowly the songs of birds returned
and I saw a bee flash by…
I picked myself up, shaky,  but stoic  
offering a silent prayer to the universe
……thank you for no cubs –