Collapse in me
Like thundering waves of the sea
Crash into the cliffs
And tell me how you missed
Jousting the warmth of solid ground
And we go round after round
Mould epiphany into sound
The music oh so holy.

Would you give up
Would I give up

You know it's not the same for us

You push through
And I'm afraid to

See it fresh as morning dew?

If I tell you this
Would you not reminisce

See the moment as the only bliss

If you give up
Then I give up

Yet why not try and fail
Through thunderstorms and hail

As we grow old together and frail

Can I tell you this here
Without making it real

Just don't give up
And I won't give up

My love, my flower,
You make the winter bloom again.
You set the paling stars on fire
And free the skies singing in rain.

My love, my flower, my boundless blue,
Worthless are worlds' countless musings
When like breathing I need you.

My love, my flower, my home,
I fall from grace more often than I know,
And beckon at perils of men
Sifting sandglasses from snow.

My love, my flower, my song,
And yet I write these words for you.
Your eyes, your smile and arch of your lips
Are entwined in these words so true

My love, my flower, my wonder,
I lose my words again beneath your gaze,
Then find them blooming in your name,
Like stars returning to their place.

My love, my flower, my sky,
You're my place to fall.
My redemption, my spring, my saviour,
That makes a heaven of it all.

My love, my flower, my love divine,
Truth is that I love you

Even when I’m trying not to
My love, my flower, all mine

My love, my flower.

Would the flowers forget to bloom? Sailing the sunsets of gloom.

Would the fresh breeze sieze

And dreams brought on knees.

The new moon beckons me Evershifting, everbeautiful Compelling me to once again see.

If not a romantic

I'm nothing at all.

If it splashes
Could we gather it
Before it evaporates ?

Or would it be fit
To not make haste !

Bloom of spring
Ripening of love
Can anyone deliberate ?

The wise have quarrelled and wondered
The essense they conclude
Is best left to fate!

If I could only capture this
The flowers dancing around you
The way you shine

Look at the sun kiss
Maybe it did miss
You all night

For you lay then by my side
I reminisce

I wish I could capture this
And say I love you
And hold you,
keep you

Mere words

Mere words futile

No Polaroids can I keep
Of all this while

I wish I could capture this
And take this memory to the next world of bliss

Mere words
Mere words futile

Do you see the lights?
They burn for you alone.
When the curtains fall,
I come crawling home.

Would you blind the signs,
or follow where they lead?
Will you just give in?
Or will you make me plead?

Where are you now?

Where are you?
Where are you when the sun turns blue?

When the stars collide,
and the heavens split in two,
could we build a world from the ashes,
make the old enchantment new?

Who are you?
Who am I to you?
Who are we, when the sun turns blue?

Can I tell you?
To look away from the sky.

Who calls the nameless faces,
shed your tears, don’t be shy.

Does the noise of the city drown

the music of your heart?
No one is old, and what a pity,
when did life become so fast?

When did we forget the art of knowing when to stop and ask?

It should be you, who should say,
And fetch blessings for which you pray.

We get and get, but what can we keep
if we never shed what’s buried in the heap?

Remember the sun still stays on a rainy day,
so skip a step or two, but don’t lose your way.

And just look away from the sky,
Don’t let the world rush blindly by.

A thousand springs yet lie unseen,

And hold the light for you to glean.

I see the stars; distant, dazzling dreams of fire.
The earth shudders beneath me
as I ache and desire.

Perhaps the dust
and smoke I gather in my palm
might one day light the universe,
and leave me somehow calm.

Content, in some small way,
with all that may be gone,
I hold the dark between my hands
and dream on.

Dissolve like

perfume must I?

Or linger longer like the mist

To pursue the unquestioned

Or just get to the gist

Maybe another dreamy day goes by

Perhaps no answers exist