Dream Life

                                       There is a reason the sky gets dark at night. We were not meant to see everything all the time. We are meant to rest and trust under this bold, full dark sky. Because no matter how heavy the shadow fill the night, in time, we will see morning sunlight. We will see that even though we were tired, weary, and we could not see the ground beneath our feet, somehow, we still moved forward. We still pushed through. And it might take years to see how all of this comes together. We might not always see the pieces fall in place in the timeframe in which we desired. But this does not have to stop us from resting, and trusting that we will not always be here. We are not stuck at this  stage. As terrifying as they may be, our present uncertainties will not last forever. The pieces will come together in their time. We will grow in the way we were  meant ...

                                                   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...

                                               I met the moon for coffee it was Tuesday night I think when he watched me hardly sleeping and invited me for drinks we found ourselves a table in the middle of the night whilst the constellations twinkled like a thousand fairy lights he asked me how I'd been as he poured coffee from a pot and he said he'd watched me waking up at midnight quit a lot I said my head was far too full my mind was always on and when I woke, it felt as if I was the only one the only one who watched the moon whilst sitting on my bed with thoughts that raced at lightning speed around my busy head the only one who watched the clock tick one and two and three who lay awake and worried whilst the world was fast asleep my thoughts remained in orbit and I couldn't pull them back as they preferred to swim against a sky so vast and black the moon said sim...

                                                                                  The sky is so tragically beautiful It is the graveyard of stars; It doesn't hurt but it leaves the scars, Not just on mind but the whole human soul Not just it control, but the heart that it stole. Maybe that's what life has to  give, But this should not stop you to relive! Cause without pain, How would you know joy; It builds you up and just believe, that it does not destroy. All you need to have is faith, Cause once it was said that life is 'fickle finger of fate', Believe in yourself because you yourself are your true mate.

                                           It feels bittersweet to love you, as though time has already its ruinous path and everything good is over before it begins. It feels perilous to love you, like a dust storm swallowing up the sky or a comet skimming the stratosphere. But it is an honor to love you. Like the snow drifts giving  way to spring, I will hold you for as long as I can.

                                      i think you can tell a lot about a person by the way they talk about time. if time is something linear or cyclical. if they talk about their life as though it goes through seasons the way nature does or if it is something ever growing, always moving forward. if they talk about failure as though it is several steps back on their timeline or simply a change of course. if they describe the day according to the clock or to the sky. was it 5am or dawn? 8pm or twilight? i love to notice whether they speak as though the hours ahead are on opportunity or if they are an order. i love to wonder, is time something that carries them or something they are carrying? i don't really know what to do with this knowledge. i just like having it. i just like the thought that i can tell something other than the time.

                                    I've come to the conclusion That the whole world is an illusion. What is the deal? The script written in our minds, All the wonders you will find, Perhaps none of it's real. The ground, the sky, the entire world, It all seems like a massive swirl. The trees, the sun, rivers, and grass, The glimmering stream, It was only a dream, Even that bird who you just saw pass. The people, bustling about the streets, Only in your dreams do you truly meet. Who is this person that you call friend? They too , do not exist, It does seem odd to think like this. I wonder if the imagination has an end. In front of our eyes is the landscape, But only in our heads does it actually take shape. The mind is strange The world, just a figment of our imagination, Simply a neurological creation, But nothing will ever change An illusion, the world may be, But that does not mean you have to s...

                                       How beautiful is the moon, glowing brightly in the night skies. Hiding herself during noon, So you'll never know if she cries.     Alone she sits in the sky,     guiding those who need her light     Warming the hearts of those who cry,     But always keeping herself locked up tight. Though surrounded by many stars, In solitude she would rather be. A consequence produced by scars, Shh...can you here her silent plea?      Away from people, away from pain,      She hides herself, in plain sight.      I've told you once and I'll tell you again,      The story of a beautiful moon         whose light glows brightest of night.

                                          I don't know much about  how to label the things i feel. all i know is that when i look at the sky, i see freedom. when i look at the dirt, i see breakthrough. when i look at the ocean, i see serenity. and when i look at you, i see everything.

  One night she took, her memories out, and hung them in the sky, She hooked one on every distant star, and as they burned down into scars, she knew that's how she wanted them to stay, beautiful but faraway.                                             

  Let's run away together, away from city lights, Where no-one knows our names yet, And we can see the stars at night, We'll camp out on the open, Warming cold skin by the fire, Tell each other hopes and dreams, And all of our desires, We'll own nothing more than we need, Watch sunrise colour the sky, Learn what we're really here for, Away from society's eyes, This journey will be scary, But we'll leave without a plan, And I know it will be alright, As long as you're holding my hand.

                                                   They say that happiness will find you, But I think sadness finds you too, It sneaks up on you in darkness, Just when you think you've made it through, It opens holes in what was solid ground, The kind you never know are there, Until you go to take another step, And find you're standing over air, The world around you passes by, In blurs of colour and sound, Nothing around you making sense, As you continue your plummet down, You can't remember how it started, And you don't know when it will end, But you know that you'd give anything, To stand up on your feet again, Sadness is that feeling, When the falling doesn't stop, And it saps your life of meaning, And all the good things that you've got, So when you finally hit rock bottom, And you look back up at the sky, What you once had seems so far away, The only thi...

                              The night is come, but not too soon; And sinking silently, All silently, the little moon Drops down behind the sky. There is no light in earth or heaven But the cold light of stars; And the first watch of night is given To the red planet Mars. Is it the tender star of love? The star of love and dreams? Oh no! from that blue tent above A hero's armor gleams. And earnest thoughts within me rise, When I behold afar, Suspended in the evening skies, The shield of that red star. O star of strength ! I see thee stand And smile upon my pain; Thou beckonest with thy mailed hand, And I am strong again. Within my chest there is no light But the cold light of stars; I give the first watch of the night To the red planet mars. The star of unconquered will, He rises in my chest. Serene, and resolute , and still, And calm, and self possessed. And thou , too, whosoe'er thou art, That readest this bri...

                                           You think you can define me, That I'm a tick in just one box, Like my being is a door, That a single key unlocks, But let me tell you something, I have the universe inside, I hold an untamed ocean, With a constant changing tide, I'm home to endless mountains, With tips that touch the sky, Flocks of grand migrating birds, And deserts harsh and dry  I house the wildest rivers, And a host of weeping plains, I feel in waves of sunshine, Or in unrelenting rains, Don't tell me that you know me, That " this right here is what you are", I am the universe in motion, For I was born from stars.

                                       I love to sit in silence Beneath the shady trees And listen to the song of birds And to the buzz of bees.             I love to sit in silence And watch the clouds roll by Then read a book or sing a song And hear the wild bird cry. I love to sit in silence When the day is almost done And see behind the distant hill The paint glow of the sun. I love to sit in silence In the evening twilight And listen to the whippor- will Singing with all its might I love to sit in silence Beneath the starry sky And pray to all in earnest To Live in silence all the while.

                                        I heard your voice in the wind today and I turned to see your face; The warmth of the wind caressed me as I stood silently in place. I felt your touch in the sun today as its warmth filled the sky; I closed my eyes for your embrace and my spirit soared high. I saw your eyes in the window pane as i watched the falling rain; it seemed as each raindrop fell it quietly said your name. I held you close in my heart today it made me feel complete; You my have died...but you are not gone you will always be a part of me. As long as the sun shines.. the wind blows.. the rain falls... You will live on inside of me forever for that is all my heart knows.