Wings Of Desire

The stars pierce the sky,
Shining onto your hair,
Clipped wings with ambition to fly,
For they once took you anywhere.

Sit on a far off hill,
To watch the lights of the city,
You your side I fill,
Cause compared to your smile nothing is quite as pretty.

Sit there watching your usual poses,
As your voice soothes my ears,
A melodic bed of roses,
Blanketed in since dry tears.

Your words still enchant the air,
In perfect harmony they flow,
The way the sun glimmers in your hair,
Makes me never want to go.

But most of all,
It is how you make me smile,
When I just want to hide and bawl,
You make me want to stay a while.

Now you fly again,
Fly even higher,
Together we float into the wind,
On the wings of desire.

Toast To The Kings

Hear the clock count down,
Count em' one two three,
Royalty with a broken crown,
What's left of thee?

You once stood so tall,
But your regime fell apart,
So quick it did fall,
Stolen dignity and shattered art.

Your once towering castle,
Is now just a collapsed house of cards,
Was it worth the hassle,
To think forever wasn't hard.

Damage beyond repair,
Never expect perfection is the norm,
It takes more than prayer,
To survive the storm.

You lived thinking you were right,
Through the eyes of vivid reverie,
Thinking you were the shiny armor knight,
Practicing exceptional chivalry.

Pierced by reality's sword,
Dear king and queen,
It was cursed in your accord,
If you know what I mean.

Life is more than gold and jewels,
Do you finally understand?
You have been ignorant fools,
So hang on to the glory at your right hand.

The time bomb's ticking comes to a halt,
Hear it start to ring,
It was all your fault,
Here is my toast to the king.

You’ve crashed and now you’re burning in this great fire of regret.
You and me, we were far from in between and what we had remains a silhouette.

Cadence Of A Dream

I listen to the calm breeze,
Softly singing a lullaby so smooth,
To one’s ears it will please,
For the sound is intricate to sooth.

The arctic crisp air surges slickly through a breach,
Into my unvoiced room;
Vivacity is the decree in which it may beseech,
As the colors blinds one’s eyes with a boom.

The aroma of pine hovers in the air,
Within my little reprieve;
Out at the glorious world I stare,
Like it was my own world of make-believe.

This is but my room,
A place I habitually infatuate;
A place where even if I met my doom,
I would still feel great.

The air is always cold,
Such sumptuousness I reminisce,
As if it were plated in gold,
This place I always miss.

I slouch on the spongy bed,
Which makes comfort a law,
With a diminutive transom overhead,
And a soft pillow to brace my jaw.

The blanket is so fuzzy and supple,
Keeping me warm at night;
We act as a mutualistic couple,
And we are planes commencing into dreams we take flight.

These visions that flash in my head,
Make up the blood in my veins;
They are the butter to my bread,
Matching the brawn to the brains.

For where else can one dream,
In a world where anything can be done,
Where everything is as it seems,
And every game can be won?

There is nothing better than dreaming another sunset,
Watching waves crash from the sea,
As the illumination leisurely gleams our silhouette,
We the leaves shimmer on the world tree.

Closer on the soft brittle sand,
We lay picture perfect;
Soaking up the last of the sun-kissed land,
Making our days worth it.

Speaking in tongues of present and past,
We embark to moments once subsisted;
Reliving the memories that may have once put us in emotional cast,
Through the day our conversing persisted.

As the time passes us by,
And the shadows start to loom,
You can hear the stars cry,
As their luminosity begins to consume.

Clouds start to integrate,
Across the heavens they lunge,
A whole new world they create,
As they are squeezed like a sponge.

The rain simply washes away,
Washes away our sorrow,
An ideal way to end a faultless day,
Never having to worry about tomorrow.

The following morning I awake,
To the chirping of a bird,
Just as the day breaks,
I find myself back in the real world.

I am not sad,
For I know I will return,
To the place where nothing is bad,
The cadence of a dream I yearn.

Until then just sprawl out here,
And let the wind carry you there,
Together we can escape fear,
Where we can live without a care.

Submerge into the mystic,
And realize that everything is alright,
Even if it may not be realistic,
It can ease you through the night.

So listen to the tranquil breeze,
To its enchanting song,
Your mind it will please,
Taking you to the place where you belong.

Our Canticle

Hey there,
I know it's hard to deal,
But I'm here to care,
So tell me what you feel.

When all is wrong,
I'll try to make it right,
Together we are strong,
And we can sleep through the night.

If you just wipe your eyes,
I promise I will give my all,
Help you realize,
That I'll never let you fall.

When there is no sun,
And there are no stars,
I'll be the one,
Who will heal these scars.

These things that tear us apart,
The pain which we all have to feel,
These ruptures to your heart,
Are never too deep to heal.

I'm the judge and you're the jury,
We got pain on trial,
No need to worry,
I'll make you smile.

For there is nothing to fear,
We can pull off a miracle,
I'll always be here,
And this is our canticle.