The moon makes its way to pass,

piercing the invasive darkness

and reflects their murky embraces

on the trail his leaving traces.



Nothingness surrounds the silence,

daylight was removed with violence …

She tries to connect the dots

in the pendancy of her thoughts:



“I’m here waiting for a sign,

drinking from the sunset’s wine.

And even though there’s much pain,

in a distant dream, I’ll love you again.



Your every movement had an aim,

and all rules belonged to your game,

which couldn’t make it to the dawn,

’cause the king was just a pawn. “



Shadows fill her empty heart,

her inner soul’s been torn apart,

’cause he had just opened that door

to come and steal what he looked for.



“Now that daylights dissappear,

How far can I move from here,

as I can’t follow the light beam,

caught up in a distant dream … “

The moon got trapped in night’s fever

and took off her armor of silver,

which is glowing, with a slight shiver,

flowing down along the river.



Her grudge too, seems to surrender,

being ravaged by its splendor …

“I need you here… next to me …

The dawn is rising, come and see …”

You,
It's always you,
You bring a smile to my face,
You make my heart pace,
You keep my mind in place.

It's been so long,
And I wonder each day,
How do you do it,
What makes you so special,
That I can't get you out of my head.

My mind running marathons,
Just to grasp you for a moment,
Even if it's just an illusion,
The way I gently grab your hand,
And pull you in for a kiss,
Only to realize I've been day dreaming.

What is it about you,
Please tell me,
I wanna know why your beauty,
Wanders in my sweet dreams.
Give me an answer,
Even if it's just a tease.

You're the reason,
Why my nights are spent sleepless,
Why my days are spent dreaming,
Why each time I look around,
I see that amazing grace you lay around me.

Won't you come to me,
Because you and I know,
That you know,
That I know,
That it's you...

T.11.I

A painting may be a thousand words
but a thousand paintings can't paint her
A flower living off her own sunlight
A broken mirror that reflects inner beauty

Now all I've got are photos
Some sepia, digital, black and white
Though the colours don't really matter
Because my heart is black and blue

The memory in my camera
Is smaller than my memory of you
I remember everything that you do
And I'll never delete it.

Now, you're just in a picture frame,
And I need a new frame of mind.

Show me his picture,
And I'll lie that we're cool.
Show me a lover,
*I'll show you a fool

You make your own luck, she told me
From sweat and tears there's no room to plea.
That life is a test
to bring out the best.
It is something you feel, and not see.