Glittered sandcastles..

A maiden waiting at the shore for her sailor to come home.. She builds castles out of sand and remembers the names of every wishing star. Tonight, a night like no other. The stars cease to shine upon her. The rain falls and raindrops fill her eyes. All around her glimmers brightly. All the world surrounding her in eternal beauty. The scales fall from her eyes and finally she sees the sunrise. Beams of sunlight on her face.. The beauty of every starlight, the shade of every moon dance.. What if sunlights are just a dream? What if the starlights weren't real? Be the truth that quides the seeking heart. Mine is beating two beats apart. Sync in with me as we sit on cloud 9.. Lost in our very own misbeats struck out in time.

catching daydreams..

Sunny days and starry nights, how you stir me from the inside. Get me lost in blue skies and lose everything in sight. All that seems real somehow stepped into light. Now I see faded closets waiting to be opened. Darkened lights waiting to be turned brighter. All that is real is unreal and all that is unreal might be my truth. Truth is I'm dreaming and within my dream I am real. Searching for my answers when what I needed to find was my questions. Maybe all I was made to be is a dreamer but I will be the best dreamer there is to be. My dreams are my survival and through this mess I must win.

Courage in a time of a distant tomorrow..

Half way there just isn't going to do. The pins strike sharp and I'm tired of chasing the endless wheels. Stuck in an hour glass with no escaping every grain of time. I'm shaking in my shoes tonight, alone and in the blues. Catch another falling teardrop and stab me right in the heart. Be there for one more night and then disappear for all the other days. Gather all the love you have and keep a little on the side. My love is nothing but shadowed brick walls and there is no more to keep you nice and warm. I'm watching the glass fill up with sand. I'm holding my whole world in my hand. I'm holding it close and ever so tight. Afraid I'll let more slip out of my sight.. Another sunset, another sun rise.. One more cold, dark and lonely. One more tomorrow to put behind. I want my today, my right now.. I need sweet memories and I need the tenderness I've been missing all this time. I'm done with half way streets with unlit freakin' lamp posts. I'm tired of holding an empty hand on my lap that is none other than my own. Courage, gather yourself up. Courage beat it down. Courage scream with ambered fires.. Courage come and claim your child.

Makin it through..

If I had a choice, half of your heart just won't do. Another melody is playing and I'm sinking in it's tune. The screams of each note unending as it spins all over like morning dew. Fall gently upon this petal, ever fragile in its form. Spill over me with certainty as the uncertainties of the world collide. Bring me back to solid ground, flying just isn't much fun. The starry nights were beautiful but now its time to play in the sun. Dream a little dream of me..

I don't want to be lost in dreamland. Don't want to think and feel this nothingness inside. Want to be free of you and the whispered promises of lifetimes in sparkles and sun.. I don't know what tomorrow will bring. Don't want to know where the heartache begins again. Tomorrow you'll leave and another songbird sings goodbye. Today I'm free. Another day with a mask by my side.

Dreams of gold..

I woke up this morning captivated by a dream. One with a lady who was lost in her very own distant dream. A lady dressed in simplicity and yet she wore a beautiful string of turqoise blue around her neck bejeweled with only golden adornment. She looked into the pockets of space and time and I watched her wondering what shes getting lost in. I merely uttered a few words out in a form of a simple question and in turn I received the true beauty of the life in her eyes. Though with recent marriage and her husband right by her side playing the most soothing of tunes, eyes closed and lost in his own world. She said simply and yet with so much of depth in her eyes. She said 'I woke up this morning and felt like a deer caught in the headlights. All I have left to look forward to in my life lies beyond the fields of gold.'

Lost within fields of gold one day she will be, among the glow of sunlight gleaming over the seas. My ship has sailed away from me and one day your ship will come home. Within the rasping wind I will find my sailor and I will be strong. I will wait in the fields of barley. I will dream until the dream is done..

The butterfly..

Let me tell you the story of the Butterfly lady.

She sits on her leaf pondering for a second. She picks herself up and moves on. She flutters her wings with colours so bright. She seeks her new flower while the sun beams his light. Blessed with honey all glittered in gold she can't help but have her lips caught on its taste. A wind picks up and blows her weak little legs right off that gentle petal and she is taken far far away.. Flight by flight, from day to the creeps of moonlight. She searches for her flower.. One that starts feeling like a dream. One that begins to look further and further away. She flies round in circles and yet it never leads her back to the golden taste of heaven. The winds are harsh, the place seems cursed. I'm repeating a song that tells me I'm mad but somehow I'm just lost and alone deep down inside. I'm caught between the flower and a dark place. My flower is slipping away but I remember its taste. I remember the soft petal.. I remember the feeling of home. But where? Where are you? I'm lost and searching and I'm running out of time.. I'm tired and my last little flutter has come around and there it is.. I will remember.. I will feel every last drop.. I miss it.. Flutter.. Flutter not..

The muse..

I am but a muse in this poet's dark nights. Only but a glimpse of an inspriration to spark a wonder of dark clouds. The bleeding shadow amidst the rays of the moonlight. Shake off this dying limb. Undig your nails from my frail skin. I have been but yours for all of my eternity and my nights have grown cold like the drops of rain. My heart has grown hard making itself strong but now its stopped beating and can no longer beat to my song. I have grown a shell with just me in it and the world stopped hurting for a whole joy of a minute. Be thou my shadow as I have been yours. I'd never wish that upon you for I and that endless torment have grown too fond. As the heavens look upon my tears, they see the world shiver in fear. Drop by drop the glass beads shatter. The ground is wet and the world seems better. Going about all of my mistakes I dream a dream and become a muse again.. Singing as your voice guides me through as the world is back in order and I am but yours to use. Then the day sinks in and I must wake up from the dream, i hop back into a distant echo of an angel's voice calling my name. As the sun rises higher in the sky the muse inside me dies.. The world seems quiet like nobody sees me. There are no more starlights to guide me. I am but my own and I am all I have until the moon comes and the shadow poet seeks me out and calls my name..