Flat out on your back
Staring at the ceiling
There’s a feeling
Of that same old deja vu
Now the day has come to rest
Get the bustle off your chest
For tomorrow
There is something else to do
Close your eyes my lonely one
Before the rising of the sun
And dream a dream
Under the shades of neon blue
And in those dreams we’ll meet again
Maybe as lovers, maybe as friends
Beyond illusions
Always guessing who is who
I am the eye of the storm
The wind is my song
The rain its rhythm
And the thunder claps
As I approach
Applauding the electric sky
“If only I can make you dream the way I do then destiny will smile upon us all.”
Akin to the sprites
From the land of my birth
She danced, then posed, then laughed
Then curling her toes
Deep in to the sand
She reached out with soul
And whispered her craft
Come with me
To the edge of the desert
In search of wisdom and light
We shall taste infinity
And a thousand other delights
And so I followed her every step
To a place where time was no more
A tangible dream
A delectable scene
The incarnation of some ancient lore
In to her arms
I was bound
As heart and soul intertwined
And it was here
That I found my end
As I faded in to the divine
I’ve had many lives and learned enough lessons the hard way to know when to step back and when to act. Yet here I am. Surrounded by those with one life, one vision and one set way of thinking and I do not know if that will ever change.
Allow me to grant you my rage for a while as I do not need it for the time being.
Be aware however that it belongs to me and I shall remove it from you as I see fit.
She moves in ways that captivate
My imagination
Roaming a cerebral wilderness
Beyond my recollections
She opens up my thoughts
Her hands suggest direction
Her lips a cheeky smile
Her eyes shine with affection
There’s something of a mystery
To what motivates her mind
Is she running to or from something
Or are we lost in time
She lay her eyes upon an image of the heavens at night and said: “I do not recognise any of these constellations.” To which came the reply: “That is because you have spent your life staring at the wrong stars.”
This spinning little rock upon which we can thrive was once little more than a ball of fire. A result of collisions and compounds sharing energy or being obliterated. Energy and matter in violent interaction, fuming and radiant, forming a glowing sphere of intense heat and then: the flames died down, the embers cooled and from the ashes came life.
Akin to this little rock we are born from the flames of passion and are destined to live as embers. Some will ignite new flames, others will simply glow through their existence but ultimately all will turn to ash. So be gentle if you chose to rake through the ashes for they are the foundations and remains of the mythical phoenix.
The beginning and the end.
“You do not win a game of chess by being a chess piece but without them there is no game to play.”
