Do you hear me?...

There I see you standing,
Ever so clearly as if you were light,
But then again, you are…
Every second is filled with the thoughts of you…
Why is it so I cannot really fathom…
Is this what it feels like to have your heart stolen…?
I spend my nights in dreams,
In which I can feel your heart in sync with mine,
And it is here that we danced under the moonlit sky,
The stars twinkling, a witness to our union…
I wait for you,
A stolen glance is all that I need,
For it’s all that I can ever seem to have…
I wish sometimes that I had not walked into this dream…
You...the only one who can make me feel all,
I fall apart and with you I can fly again…
You make me this way…
And I fall head over heals again and again,
With each sight and touch of your breath,
Because I am weak that way,
Weak drowning with the thoughts of you…
My every breath speaks of you,
In words that only the universe can understand,
Though I want with every inch of me for you to hear it…
Do you hear me?...

Chasing Pavements...

Lyrics

I was walking through OneWorld Hotel the other day and I noticed their tiny floral arrangement that adorns their little tables in the lobby. Everyday(well every other day that is), was a new arrangement of sorts and the day's was exquisite...it was a rose-red, in full bloom...it was just it's head, simply placed in a small glass bowl(a little larger than cognac glass) filled adequately with pebbles and water...beautiful in its simplicity...

I told a friend of mine later on about the flower and said that I felt like stealing it for myself :P She then asked me if it was worth it to commit a crime for just a flower...to my own surprise, I thought to myself...'For something beautiful that lights my heart, I think I would...'

It's always hardest to please the ones you love...somehow it feels like you're just one big huge dissappointment...but then again, maybe I am...who's to say that the things we do, the things we think to be thoughtful, are the right things...

Sometimes I wish I had a list of the right words to say....everytime I try, it seems to push you away further...and the hurt that comes with it...well, I have lived with hurt my whole life...I guess I can never run away from them...

...of dreams...

there was lady who had a dream,
n in this dream she had a feeling,
of wonderous, thunderous n lightning beams,
dat left her opened armed n kneeling…
da waves of blue dat crashed her feet,
made her jump n sighed for da deep,
n da little creatures dat she waited 2 meet,
she jus wanna hold close n keep…
n when da burning amber starts 2 fade,
she lies beside da heathen day,
n dwell she did in memories made,
waking up 2 da sweet singing blue jay…

the Bard...eternal...

Full many a glorious morning have i seen
Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye,
Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride
With ugly rack on his celestial face,
And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
Stealing unseen to the west with this disgracce:
Even so my sun one early morn did shine
With all triumphant splendor on my brow;
But out, alack! he was but one hour mine;
The region cloud hath mask’d him from me now.
Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth;
Suns of the world may stain when heaven’s sun staineth.

-William Shakespeare-
Sonnet 33

the devil'd night...

there was the devil’d night that swooped by,
in waves that stretches the arms of time,
a single rose lay gently down,
on dews and hues of the eternal glow,
the sly wind passed howling by,
stars stopped to listen the lullaby,
came and sat was dogged gone willow,
strangely it seems like a wondrous pillow,
to the south i see the naked lines,
of the looming horizon beyond the pines,
so the devil’d night which plateaued high,
now it bows to the heavens with a humble sigh…