Dark Dreams
Longing moments,
Trying to love her feelings & touch them.
My love is a religion,
after long, brown hair.
Loving moments,
after a rose that is here.
The smile of beautiful Nature,
where the hiss of rain is tears.
The breath of a glazed snake,
is dangerous to its dear.
Like feelings have many games,
This woman has many names.
Her eyes shines so bright
& Her softness becomes smooth in the night.
Trying to love her as a lover,
but still as a friend.
As she is my mystery, I shall be her man.
She is like a sunrise,
even in the evenings her light breaks through.
And I want to rule with her,
if she still is true.
Taking her by her hand,
loving her as far I can.
Her subconsciousness my heart.
The truth is that I always loved her,
Even from the very start.
summer '98
