Dream Life

                                                   she asked him how he'd done it how he'd built marshmallow towns how he'd met a little poor boy who was destined for the crown she asked him how he know about the language fairies speak and how he'd caught a shooting star that now was his to keep she asked him how he'd touched the clouds without a pair of wings and how he'd heard the music of a chestnut tree that sings she asked him how he'd swum right to the bottom of the sea and how he'd watched a mountain cry and heard the sunshine speak she found it all a mystery he breathed the air she breathed but he breathed out tales of distant lands and things she'd never seen and she saw a world of wonder when she looked up-close at him and when he spoke his words flowed like a poem on the wind he told her that it hadn't been some wings that helped him fly and it had...

                                         Orange, the color of youth Neither too bright nor too dark Like a mix between a rose and a sunflower Young and joyful, sharp as a spark When the sun's going down And I look at the waves among the sea The yellow glow mixes with red sky Ans it all looks ornage to me. The horizon, so colourful and creative It tells me they'll be another chance I sit on the beach, the water brushing my feet And watch the colour dance. It fills me with a hope I'll try out tomorrow again And I'll wash away all my problems Not let them leave any stain. It's ornage, enthusiam is its forte It gives us all a wish to shine I want to create something as pretty as a sunset now And tomorrow's going to be called mine.

                                       Her eyes are blue Yours are brown Hers represents the ocean Yours represents the ground You've always hated your eyes And wished that they were blue But your eyes have a tint of gold So rare it must not be true So yes her eyes are blue And yes your eyes are brown But your eyes hold the riches That are buried in the ground Her eyes carry storms And rage like the sea Your eyes carry earthquakes That bring mountains to their knees Maybe her eyes are blue But your eyes reign queen Because they hold the purest riches The world has ever seen

                                                  Leave your worries by the shore line, And run your bare feet through the sand, Let the water be a soft bed, When you cannot bear to stand, Make friends with flying seagulls, And hold the sun up on your palm, Before you duck beneath the water, Where the world is mute and calm, Tell the fish all of your problems, As they all come swimming past, When your lungs are close to bursting, Swim above the waves and gasp, Let the water hold your sadness, And waste it right out to the sea, So like a message in bottle, All your worries are set free, And the sea might make you feel alone, But the world has troubles too, For how else do you suppose, That the ocean got so blue?

                                    It is said that before entering the sea a river trembles with fear. She looks back at the path she has traveled, from the peaks of the mountains, th elong winding road crossing forests and villages. And in front of her, she sees an ocean so vast, that to enter  there seems nothing more than to disappear forever. But there is no other way. The river can not go back. Nobody can go back. To go back is impossible in existence. The river needs to take the risk of entering the ocean because only then will fear disappear, because that's where the river will know it's not about disappearing into ocean, but of becoming the ocean.

                                             What is love? The way the sun sets so that the moon can shine. The sea greeting the shore no matter how many time he is pushed away.  Leaves that blush at the sight of autumn. Dreams that show you the ways out of your maze. Our hearts together so that we may remember the tune. This is how love might feel for most people, but for me, love is simply you.