Some souls are like stars in the night,
Calming chaos with gentle light.
No words are needed, just their glow,
A breath of peace, a steady flow.

They shine so rare, a celestial find,
A moment when the heart and mind align.
For in their presence, darkness fades,
And silent comfort softly pervades.

When you discover such a star so bright,
Your mind and heart unite in light.
No longer fighting, just serene,
A cosmic calm, a peaceful dream.

You were just here
Or was it a dream

I felt your touch
Or was it a dream

I tasted your kiss
Or was it a dream

You laughed at my joke
It's not as it seems

Stop laughing you mule
It is a dream

Come back you fool
It is a dream

I still need you
If only a dream

Some day will we be?
A dream, a dream

Or will it be just as it seems?

by Ameng (2025.1.23)

(I)
Boredom soaks through my soul;  
Dullness gnaws at my marrow.  
Nothing holds meaning—  
I only feel the world upturned,  
Like a glass contraption—  
The embodiment of time,  
That flustering hourglass  
In league with illusion and absurdity,  
Seeking to grind me down, to crush me,  
Till I become dust, a grain of sand,  
Scattered into the unreal fiction  
Of an abstract yet concrete existence,  
Now but a mayfly devoured by time.  

(II)
Neither forward nor back,  
Segmented cause and effect weave events,  
Splintering the whole of me,  
Yet piecing me together in fragments.  
In the void,  
Time flows through my fading body,  
Then swirls back in the ebb of consciousness.  

(III)
Ah, this dull, hollow boredom—  
It spreads, it swells.  
Where is that joy,  
Born deep within soul and spirit,  
Rippling unbidden?  
Trapped in a cage,  
Upon the tower where time splinters and events converge,  
How can I seize the fleeting spark of inspiration  
Before it fades into deathly silence?  
And how can I be sure my search from this tower  
Is real, and not just a fleeting dream?  
Ah, this hollow boredom…

It could never work
You were a duchess
While I was a fool

But what a pretty
Dream it was...

Lyin’ on the bed,
dreamin’ of nightmares I’ve never met.
A glittering show of blood,
a scene that surely won’t be done.

Tick-Tackin’ is the clock,
I just don’t care about those eerie sounds beyond the lock,
whispers full of black,
like someone is trying to enchant a cat.

Earin’ knock-knocks on the door,
Death itself is down the hall,
it’s close enough to make me scared,
but far enough I barely care.

Sparkin’ is the future,
even if I already see some ugly failures.
I’m afraid, but I don’t hide,
so why should I even think that despair that’s no longer mine?

were you the prince of my dream
January and all the beautiful things
disappeared in one night
you were catching flight

your warmth, your smell
dumbfounded, were they lies
if it’s real why am I alone
my heart dropped like never before

In the stillness of long, lonely nights,  
Love's shadow dances, dimming the lights.  
A kiss once so sweet,  
Now a bittersweet feat,  
As I dream of you, missing the heights.