I remember when nothing mattered; when the trees were just dead wood; when the stars were just ashes in the sky. I remember being hollow; having no regrets in saying 'goodbye.'

     When you saw me, you took a flame and lit a candle in my heart. Now, the trees can breathe and paint a paradise in green; the stars shine brightly and give soft light to the hands holding mine. Now, my heart pumps the passion running through my veins.

     I have a home now, where the embraces are warm; where everything matters; where we live in a paradise painted in green, wishing on stars and singing in moonlight.

- MiscellaneousPastry 5/20/10

Hello?
I just wanted to know
if you can
hear me;
if you can
see me
in your shadow;
if you can
feel my touch
tremble in sync with
the way you make
my heart beat.

Good morning . . .
Did you
hear me sing
your name to
my friend the Moon
last night?
Have you
felt every kiss
I've given you in
the fantasies
I show to
the Stars?

Here, I am.
To me, every day I
see your shining face
is a
treasure;
I just want you
to know.
I can't spend my
songs
on the Moon anymore;
I wrote them all
for you.
I don't want the Stars
seeing just me
anymore; it's
not right
unless I'm
beside you.

Are you here, too?
Because
nothing is right
unless I'm
smiling
beside you.

- MiscellaneousPastry 5/31/10