Dream, and dream some more. Dream of pirates and fairies, And of nymphs and sirens Dream of all the stories that kept you awake.
Dream of bookshops and fireplaces, of a perfect sip of coffee. Dream of your mother's cherished bosom, And all the cozy warmth you fear to hoard.
Dream of the Sun and his forehead kisses Dream of the rain and her gentle music. Dream of the breeze and her loving caress, Dream of the sky and the endless seas.
Dream, dream , dream and still some more, For the end of a dream, is still a dream. Dream of all the little things the world forgot to dream.
Shadows dance when light flutters Colour is either black or white. Time is nigh, the breeze mutters, Seize the chance when it exists.
Cogwheels of this world turn all day, Not a wink of sleep, even at night. Present is sprinting towards future, away, The past, already a forgotten knight.
Always in a race, sweating blood Alas, not a moment to spare. All this work to reach sweet, beloved- rest, to breathe, to be, we swear.
all about it. Speak free and I shall listen. 'Cause I've had my days too, when ears were all I longed for, And unending words were their answers. I know. So, hold my hand, close you eyes. Tell me.
is fearsome, if not lonely. For we are incomplete beings destined to long for the other half throughout life. An empty heart that doesn't crave warmth, Is to be feared for 'Cause it's lost.
drowning. If you have a swimmer beside, Proficient, willing at that You can be saved. No one can save you From overthinking. Thoughts close over you as you struggle to breathe. Murphy's law becomes the cornerstone.
you behind this mask. All my colours you love are really black and white. My stimulating thoughts come from a love starved heart. You say you love me. When this mask falls off one fine day, Will you try and find me behind my shells, Or will you leave Like all before?