Red of dawn
I'll build a bed of roses for you
The walls made of shining paper
The room has got a golden floor
And the rainbow ends right here
All windows are showing the south
A view on the glimmering sea
Every day I'm evening the waves
Diving behind drowned dreams
Changing desperation for mother-of-pearl
I will laugh and cry about you
I've always got a winning trump
I will promise you love
When the water goes to your neck
In shattered times I will unfold a net
Standing up in the storm until the wind turns
All wishes are directly fulfilled
Or even before, if you wish
I'm there for you day and night
I don't say anything and I'm holding still
The grey everyday I will throw into the canalisation
I will suffocate doubts in their birth
Star coins should rain down for you
And you can be more vain than the sunshine
I'll let the air flicker for you
Build dream castles into the red of dawn
Bad ghosts are mixed up
I will promise you love
When the water goes to your neck
In shattered times I will unfold a net
Standing up in the storm until the wind turns
Only good humour is allowed
Bad humour is immediately dishonoured
Heartache is fed to the peace doves
Problems are brushed under the flying carpet
I'll lie the blue of the sky for you
I'll talk any tragedy nice for you
I'll chase away all your worries
Sadness is brought to justice
Watch out that signs are showing you good
In shattered times I will unfold a net
Standing up in the storm until the wind turns
Letter In The Window Of My Mind
Will these words ever touch your mind, hold your heart gently?
Will you think me too pushy? Too quiet? Too shy? Perhaps I am.
When I see you, even if but a glimpse, I feel struck as if by a force of nature to just take you up in my arms and cradle you next to me. To hear and feel your breath across my cheek. To listen and rtemember the sound of your laughter. And if need be, to be there to wipe away your tears.
I don't say all this because I am lonely and starved for attention for I have many friends. I just don't have that one "special friend" I want to grow old with.
It's more than just sharing ideas and values; more even than making love no matter how passionate we may become. It's more about the knowing, learning, and placing our faith and trust in each other, and I so want to know everything about you.
I sometimes think, were I a rich man, you would have but only to ask, but I am poor, and you walk through me, and will never know the depth of emotion I feel. I guess in an ungodly way, I need to have you in my life.
Neither of us are true perfection and I would certainly never put you on a pedastal, but rather have us face to face on equal footing, supporting each other no matter the storm in front of us.
If by chance you find this letter, at least tell me true if you would be the half I am not without you.
Thank You, Love
(Acrostic)
Tomorrow's never promised
Hence, I pen without delay
A letter, thanking you
Near my heart, in love you came
Kindred spirits, joined
Your body, one with mine
Offering your substance
Until death, for all our time
Lest we linger, briefly
Our journey, here, together
Verily, my gratitude
Eternally, yours forever
Invited
And when I leave myself behind
You wait for me
An anchor in a stormy sea
When I forget to take a chance
You hand one over
Adding fuel to the motor
When I can’t remember who I am
You lead me to a mirror
Wiping away tears to make it clearer
I fear her
That imposter
I didn’t add her to the roster
But when I’m with you
I always feel invited
With splendid lenses I’m not so farsighted
And for that
I am forever grateful
Your love is healing, never painful
I miss you.
You showed me how to laugh
You showed me how to love
You showed me all there is
Now I’m letting go
You showed me how to walk
You showed me how to run
You showed me how to leap
It’s hard to let go
Everything you taught me
Everything you are
Everything you did
Now I'm gonna live for you
Live how you want me to
Never hold back
Never fall short
Never stop
remarkable
I never found anything about his eyes truly remarkable.
They were simple, they were nice,
No extraordinary mixture of otherworldly colors.
But somehow,
Someway,
He saw the truth better than anyone else.
The stars, brighter.
The sky, broader.
The world, larger.
And when he looked at me,
I knew he was looking into my very soul
And smiling because of what he saw.
What he saw inside of me.
I never found anything about his eyes truly remarkable.
But through them, he found me remarkable.
And that’s enough.