The raindrops bounce off her skin,
The glistening smile as she looks up to the sky.
Her eyes sparkle more than the moonlight,
Lips more welcoming than the World’s finest wine.
And she carries a magic wand in her hand,
He wishes,
She swings it by.

She can cure him, can’t she?
That compulsive fuck of a human being.
He needs an obsession and there remains one in his hands,
Weed, alcohol and/or cigarettes.
Each day he lives a little,
Every day he dies.
And there is a magic wand in her hand,
He wishes,
She swings it by.

He is the sand of the beach,
She the sea which completes his being.
He is the darkness in the light,
She his last roll of the dice.
He is the castle under siege,
The sunset in the east.
The ghost of his wrongs,
She is the muse of his every song.

He has smiled for her, smiled after so long.
What is love if not a feeling you realize when it’s gone.
Is he ready to take a chance?
The leap of faith, all his eggs in one basket.
He cannot talk, the coward he is.
Can she look at his eyes and smile?
Can she cure him when everything’s been put aside?

Apprehensive, tensed,
He opened the door,
And there she was,
The muse of his every song.

He had no idea on why she was,
Pinched himself,
twice on arms.
Elated, on a high,
he whistled a sigh.
With a voice he could hardly muster,
Ushered her inside.

They both had grown,
In their time apart,
Fair share of memories,
They both knew how they last.

He felt something on his face in sometime,
It was aching,
He had smiled for this this long after a long long time.
The realization kicked in on what he had lost,
A tear sprout out,
Made his eyes its home.

He couldn’t look up for a while,
And then he looked her in her eyes,
They were a reflection of what he felt,
And they knew,
A connection was made.

They made love,
And it was tender,
Slow and soft,
He wanted to let the moment last forever.

One day,
Maybe he’ll feel again.

Why does he cry?
He still hasn’t lost it all.
But the voice inside,
It haunts.

It curses, it yells,
It blames him for the mistakes he never made.
He drowned himself in whiskey to make it go away,
Killing himself, his conscience,
Memories of yesterday.

One day,
Maybe he’ll live again.

One day,
Maybe he’ll dance again.

She was his to own,
His to caress.
She was the sun,
The moon,
The flower which made him bloom.

He never wants to, but he remembers the kiss,
The goodbye that wasn’t,
She had left him while he was asleep.

He kept thinking that it was a dream,
Happily forgetting,
The life could be so clean.

The mistakes of a life past by,
Come crashing though my open eyes.
I wish I had a little more time,
To be.

I know I hurt you sister
going away to this foreign land,
I will try to meet again
If I can

If I don’t,
know I love you
as much as I always have,
if I could turn around now,
you know I would.

Do tell father
it’s alright,
People live and people die,
Visit him sometimes in his dreams,
I will.

I have been to places
And I have seen a million things,
There’s someone in my head,
But that’s not me.

Come, show me how,
I need memories,
Of them am without.
Teach me how to dance,
To let flow the letters of love,
Drown in the beauty that’s around.

Come, let us walk,
We’ll plant a few trees,
And we’ll walk in their shade,
If a day as fine could come to that.
We’ll run, we’ll play,
We’ll be the children we could never may.
And when night comes,
We’ll run for cover,
In a parallel universe,
We’ve made for each other.

“Oh, how beautiful she is.”

But the people in the village
were very poor.
and every night, they crept
into the house where the girl slept.
and they cut off a piece
of her golden hair.
and they sold it for money.

“She’ll never even notice,”
they said.

And so, all the gold
was gone from her head.

And the people said.
‘Oh, she’s not beautiful at all.’

And they took her from
the beautiful house.
and they drove her
into the street.
And she went away.
and she never came back.

have all the food i saved,
if not you, there’ll be other predators.

come to my house,
teach me the way to live,
take the jewels,
if you think they suit you better.

drink the water to quench your thirst,
bathe yourself, cleanse, there’s plenty out here.
carry on the charade as long as you want,
you’re not the first,
nor you’ll be the last.

i am weary,
i am tired.
waiting for a savior,
an unfulfilled desire.

don’t let my words mock you,
no, you are my child,
likewise, i shall always treat you,
carry on, you, like the ones have before.