They are the weavers of daydreams
The gypsies of your enquiring mind
Leading you on paths to worlds unknown
Sending your thoughts to heavenly heights
I chanced upon you one fateful day
bathed in your glory for the whole world to see.
The plunder all around you left you unfazed.
As thunderous sounds of trees falling down
You could show me the rivers of paradise,
it would be nothing if your love ceased to flow.
The shade of the palm trees would not ease
the burning of my soul, if you went from my life.
Storm clouds gathering
I close the window
feeling the chill
Through the dark night of the soul
With no treasure maps to guide me
No helpful signs along the way
No hiding from that bird of gloom
you stepped out of my dream
into my September morn
dappled sunlight caressing
Autumn leaves bright and
It must have been moonglow
intoxication that entered
my being one night,
a night when I thought
The fire burns with white hot fury
streets run with rivers of blood
The doves of peace can find no resting place
In this tormented world as the wolves of war
Take wing with me... soar o'er trees
To faerie realm's distant dreams
Mirror moonbeams flirted
Dainty butterflies skirted
Will you waltz with me in the moist midnight air...
Take my hand to the passionate strains of violins
In our newly discovered rose gardens of