Before I Wake Up

Empty room, curtains fallen, seadeep nights cascading on
Childish sleep as the shadows paint the world

Shores neverseen, white Decembers, dances on the roof
Dear eyes sharing the moon, old tales till the dawn, sweet friend’s embrace
Before I wake up bring me to real 
Where wonders become true
Dreams flow in river’s waves
Drawing in heart winterborn
Drowning for the stars withered in dawn

Before I grow old redeem me into childhood dream
Blue bayous of youth
Waves cascading upon years fading in eyes
Of horizon ash-grey line
Dream me to a hideaway of springbloom
Where wanderers find truth

Waves calling to me through a child’s dream

Painting autumn eyes with midwinter white

Snowflakes dance on midnight’s blue wings

Lovesongs unsung sent through the dark
To touch a heart longing still for cold tides
All the wonders painted on an old child’s kite

White Ink

With snow-white ink on black page draw
All passing days through pale autumn hollow
Blanket of flowers dreaming in their bloom
Now withered for winter’s cold
Painting the paths ever hidden

Still holding on a dream of healing blue
Under my bare feet with a fallen leaf
Revealing to the world a lonely soul
Of a heart untold flowing with waves of virgin snow

A lonely soul as I entered the world
Sailing across calm waters in gloom
Beyond closed eyes of seabed mirror
Old tales long for a mearmaid’s tear
Holding on all dreams so dear

Searching for light of fading dawn
I tried to see a vanishing hope
To sail back home
Where my heart used to long for

Still holding on a dream of healing blue
Under my bare feet with a fallen leaf
Revealing to the world a lonely soul
Of a heart untold flowing with waves of virgin snow

One Life For Two

One life goes on while another stops

In frozen flow it slowly drowns
A dream in whisper, lost carol swirl
Moonlit reflects in moist cold wind
You bear the days like flying in incredible high
Living your life in full dreamful way
While I live your life you seem never care
Birth starts with a smile
First lullaby
Lone fearless kite against endless sky
Where is the heart drawing the awe?
Where is the dream-promising door?
That what should lead me to once lost home
A ballet in the sky, leafdance part upon pale grass
First frosts, icedew, moonlit shadows through the eyes
Playing still a song for a longing heart
Compose a tale through melody bound
Rewrite a memory with a withered verse about
Sweet morn dew and fresh wind
Redeeming me into long-wished dreams

Swan Of Truth

A kite flows still through a frozen wheel
Of deep blue serene
Cascading upon middream of a heart
Long-lived world for an untold word
Sweet-lips-dream in a lustful scene
Darkness in white turned her sails to home
One tear for life
One tear for soul
Lonely dreampath 
To lead me back home
One heart to believe
One real undreamed
Within dark temptation lives a heart
Childish dream, the awe pure white
Oceans cascading upon innocent eyes
Singing gently to sleep 
Every memory flowing awake
Pure swan of truth
White innocent soul
A child within you still sings me a song
Dear lullaby without a word
One real dream to see
One heart to believe

Truth

Scareless path across dead waters
Poisoned and drawn in nameless slaughter
Above sunrise of choking night
Where I used to draw pale mirror of life

A fallen star vanishing apart
Beyond a call of hearts
Drowning still within cold guards

Seeking the one
Neverwithering heart
Winter hope, pale moonlit sight
Beyond a love snowhite
Innocence pure beating still
Upon an awe of youth’s ceased dream

I drew the eyes watching me dear
Across the door of horizon rim
Caressed by dream, deep long belief
I seized a moment through a shroud of fear

Petals of days dwell in the past
Caressing porcelain beauty
Till the fall at last

I saw it all — the birth of awe
Colours of fields, sweet lullabies
Across dream kites
Open theme parks gates beneath the shore
Oceans of white beyond the door

A dying sigh upon last ride
Final journal across eclipse blind life
In the end we all lose our parts
Playing this life in one last chord
Before a moment to go

Rise and fall
All the white shores
Rusting dreams of a four-year-old boy
Faded memories turned loose in dawn

“True beauty hides in eyes smiling to the world, crying in the darkest shadows of the night, looking into a soul seeking for truth…
Truth. They caress nothing but truth playing so fair the last chord written by a poet’s heart. Never sung, never told, but still shared through the world.”

To My Heart Forever Yours

He doesn’t hear her cry at nights
Nor sees cold tears in her eyes
Feels no touch of hers

He doesn’t hear her laughter in the morn
Nor sees a smile upon white winter dawn
Of every lost memory’s call

He sees her anymore
He wrote her hope
Through withered shores
Upon a dream where he’s resting still
Awaiting dear for a feel to come

He saw her nevermore
He drew her long ago
Across the dawn
Into the stars
Beneath the golden bars
Where him heart still lies

Through deepest blue
Of ocean soul
Where seabed dreams caressing dear
Him heart of awe
A girl of dream, his precious score
She dared to love with so much care

“As I redeem myself into the dew
of faded years, I wish to find you
In this mad carelessness.
The one so innocent and pure,
the one so kind and dear to my heart forever yours.”

Echoes Of Time

A voice in sundown wind
Plays me a lullaby of dreamfalling sleep
Whispering to me untold words through silver wheat

Echoes of time rising in eyes
Of long days’ demise

Find the shore beneath a poet’s thought
Stoned memories engraved upon the door
Midnight sight forever untied to lock all within
I dared to dream
All that I’ve had forever in me

Echoes of time rising in eyes
Of long days’ demise

Rest on my arm, caress deepest dreams
Verses and melodies
Silent song that brought me there
On the shore of thought
I’ve lost myself long ago
Tearing apart what was so dear

Beneath the kite, a happy cry
Lost memories never gone by
Where dwells still a thought in eye
And rests so dear that dreamful smile

Fallen-Star Wish

A dream through eyes
Crossed down sunrise
Pale cover of snow beyond the sea
Deep turquoise dawn bloomed through a memory

My fallen-star wish bleeding still in blue
Longing for a thousand way to find truth
All the dreams remain in silence

Ever dreamed within brought heart
Untouched yet bound for ever night
Lost moments I wrote to see you one more time

A lonely memory away
Through the day
Wherever it dies
Paint the sky
With dream colours of the kite
My last lullaby dwells in silver towered years
Against the blue of oceans I sail across the rivers
Dark streams for innocent heart

Heart longs for a dream still beating under a memory of you
Searching for words remaining deep with yet untold truth

I See At The End Of Pale Grey

I see you slipping away
At the end of pale grey
Horizon sings through this fading day

Old tale I used to know
Lost dreams I always draw
Across the skies before the fall
Into deep restless sleep
Beneath autumn’s last weep

In the end what we find
Leaving the world all behind
Searching for light never seeing truth living deep in the heart

Mighty words rust untold
Beneath the core of dusty world
Crucifying it all for a song
Dreaming of silence

Beyond the crowd of golden leaves
Lost memory slips
Through the sky flows it high
Across the meadows and woods
My lost lullaby
Drifting high with a lonely kite
Reaching truth, flying to you

Longing still, I long for you
Deep ocean of blue
In your eyes I found mirroring truth
Reaching the kite flying back to you

I see you dreaming away
Beyond my dream’s veil
Horizon sends its farewell through the withering day

We Fly

Across the stars, pale midnight’s eyes
To the end where sunrise dies
We will fly
Beneath the seabed dreams
Above the core of dreamless sky
I see a mirror of dearest deep
Never gone weep of heart
Ocean devoted me to the stars
I used to look down through the bars
A dream I drew through the heart
Before last night falls 
I will walk through the dreams
You hide deep in soul unleased
Reviving old pain in a verse
Truth lies deep, sacred, untouched
Where the dream longs for the heart
Darkest feel always turns to the light
Across the stars, bright shiny eyes
Childish games found rest in a kite’s first flight
Where we fly like in an old lullaby
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