thought II...:

night by night and day by day,
you go to feel that special way,
how i got to you,
falling in love,

wanted you from the start,
you know, it was so hard to keep it,
knocked inside me,
afraid to love you so,
instead I let it show,

touch by touched
that you wanted me so much...




You

If you wanna read whats on my mind,
than look me deep in my eyes
and tell me what you feel and see
cause when i look in yours... it's destiny...







blue

i lives in a blue world
all day and all night
i see blue

blue is my house
with blue window
everything is blue

blue is the color
of all that I wear

blue are the streets
and all the flowers are too

i walk around
look to the blue sky

my blue hands
will touch the blue sky

I think;
blue are the words
blue are the feelings
blue is the love
my live is so blue...



Imprisoned in itself

Like a butterfly you move
and you try
to feel your painful situation
but the wings of the feelings
hold you firmly
you remember...
there was days
where those pain
easily
like a a bird feather
on the soul of hope fell
...cannot forget...
...this feeling...
...of power and raisedness..
...Supremacy...




If you whisper my name

if you whisper my name
then it is like a gentle wind
over the clouds blows
and my heart
makes a little jumps
...from pure joy...

if you whisper my name
then it is like a dream
there..
between heaven blooms
awakes...

if you whisper my names
at special night
then is it
as became
tender wings
my soul touch

a wish from my loving heart
whisper
again and again
my name
special
in such
moments
the infinite love
where the world
around us
in flames
on
goes




wishes 2

words come and go
like summer rain
falling softly
from your brain
touch your hand
you write them down
fast
so they don't hit the ground

write them down
don't make comments
hope that sometimes
they make sense
hope that one day they will be
your way to immortality

The wind sing a song

It is peaceful
i walk alone this way
only the wind sing a song
a song of full poetry
i look on the ground
a little Butterfly
seat on a shining stone
touch with my hand his wings

i hear like the wind sings
"little Butterfly
fly up to the sky
the white clouds
hold you tight"
the little Butterfly
as in the dream
flew highly to the sky
gladly i would being...
to follow him...
but...only the wind sing a song...

A little fantasy

My hands stroke over your face
and my fingers touch the eyes
a hand goes through your black hair
i can feel
i can care
your special feelings

your body reacted with soft movements
you are in yours existens

passion and desire
live in our souls
float over ours being
and can us bringing
into another horizon

the moment of the moments
if bodies itself intimately love
and the desire quietly move
then the soul is liberating
in all its beauty

because the deep love
have the night accompanied

Love is

Love is like the ocean,
burning in devotion,
feel the heart is burning,
when the night is turning,
dance in the fire,
dream the desire,
the desire of flying,
into the deep of feelings,
highly into the starlit sky,
the devotion is my.