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Posts archive for: February, 2008
  • Dreamer

    I’m a dreamer. I am

    Your timid glance told me
    we have oceans of words to exchange

    your uncomfortable lips
    we have barriers to tear

    your hesitant step
    we will exhaust the continents

    restless we’ll dawn the Earth
    on the same always day

    the one your hand
    humbly moved towards mine

    the one your eyes and smile
    enlightened the Universe

    the one had been our first
    and our last to be.

  • Sweet and sour

    Had a dream of you last night
    may be cause I wanted to
    see us finally together
    casting out the black and blue

    saw us staring at each other
    in the heat of melting glass
    holding hands so tight together
    singing rhymes that never last

    in your arms I am in heaven
    in your eyes I sail in love
    in your heart I rest for ever
    I’m your candle you’re my dove

    had a dream the other day
    or it was a state of fact?
    I was crawling at your doorstep
    pleading you to pick me up

    lacking you I burn my fuel
    in a trip that makes no sense
    all that’s left for me to do now
    weeping for a future tense

    in your arms I am in heaven
    in your eyes I sail in love
    in your heart I rest for ever
    you’re my candle I’m your dove.

  • The only way

    Excuses I can find a bunch
    like lilies to place in your lap
    and tell you stories

    to take your hands in mine
    and kiss your fingers

    to turn your glance of disbelief
    into a creek of tears

    but I won’t

    I won’t cause I respect you
    I cherish you as a person

    I put my selfishness aside
    and ask you to do the same

    for it’s the only way…

  • Crammed house

    It’s a bitty place where I live
    though, little do I mind
    always try to make ends meet
    spending time for space to find

    home already packed and crammed
    drawers, closets, singles’ couch
    hiding, piling pending hopes
    casting out the clouds of doubt

    I hang my clothing on the wall
    panties, socks under the mattress
    I sleep outside from Spring to Fall
    acting as if nothing matters

    the other day I couldn’t help
    but have a dream one more time
    a reverie before my step
    that sounded Bach and smelled like lime

    indulged myself on the door-way mat
    to spend the night without a blanket
    the new-born keeping safe and warm
    at the inner pocket of my jacket.

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