The Wait…..

The ruins of an abandoned heart waits somewhere, to be restored again…A devastated soul waits somewhere to be pulled together again…

Haunted memories roam the streets somewhere waiting to be free again…

Shackled dreams wait somewhere to be rescued again…

A disturbed self stays afloat cold winter nights, waiting for you…

To come and hold me, so tight..

And just to hear say, it’s okay…

I’m here….

Midnight Sun…..

Midnight Sun

Tiny yellow lights, On big green trees,

Along the sidewalks, in our dreams,

where we walk, at midnight,

Beside the moonlit path, of white pleasures,

Craving your presence, I walked once here,

But now my love, I walk still here,

With you,

Never wake me up, from this heavenly dream,

Let this be my reality, to my grave,

This dream is, what I’ve been looking for,

All my life I searched, but here I found,

In my reality so you, seeming like a dream,

You don’t really know, how my heart talks to my bones,

Of mighty tales, of beating fast,

With every borrowed, touch of yours

I wish for this night, to never end,

For I don’t need no Morning light,

As you are my Midnight Sun, Under

These Northern Lights, of our shimmering love,

Sheltering our bodies in our arms, we thrive,

On each other’s breaths, feeding on your heartbeats,

We shall survive in my “dream”, My reality,

Shine away my Love, my Midnight Sun….

Drunk…..

It’s the faces we see or the souls we like…
Many of us are born alike…
To be or not, is the sound we try to figure…
But the sound in our head seem clearer…

when we are, not so sober…
Why is it so, I wonder sometimes…
Do we have to be drunk, to see the light sublime…
I’ll remember your face for times that go…
Maybe drunk, or sober…
You’ll never know….