Probably STRANGERS

probably strangers
yet we have shared eachother
dying enemies
but still immortal loves
naked shadows,wicked winds
...what remains when we are brought to our knees
a blinding weep,
in passions keep
who says love never sleeps
it awakes only
with probably strangers

Only THINGS

Only things
There standing
Before your eyes i find
That love is truly wise
Many things cross my mind
Which were the only things
Life and
moments ,then you
None of these matter
Like you
Ever would
Take me beyond days and nights
I am not desperate for time or desire
I am only for you
The very thing that haunts my heart
Lurking through reality and becoming a grace
Chorus
Only things are melodies of an ailing heart
Only things are passions of the breathless souls
The heavens we choose to live in
The forever that keeps calling
Its the only thing...
The need for you
Becomes an every pleasant thought
The shadows of whispers
Is all i say
Then the maybes would be true
I lie only to me when i say there is more
Than what i hold so precious to me
But i am lost in the only thing
That strips me and clothes me in its joys
I lose it all to you
For knowing you are my only thing
I am given in the pleasure
Wanting than before
Of nothing but only you
Chorus

Can i be blind to the gift

can i be blind to the gift of beauty,
could i forget a miracle of what is?
or are smiles and bliss
a worry of un happiness
simply lying there in the innonence of time
should i remember how
not to love you
like i can
or be blind to the beauty of your gift

love you

i give all i have
never do u find me in the wrong of love
while i am loving you.
i speak words i need to say
without questions or doubt
when loving you.
in the rage of the storm
in the depth of the sea
its with you my being be
always there to love you
in the gift of evening purity
i gave to the pleasures of wanting you
i will never not live without knowing i was loving you
whispers in sorrow
in birthing of tomorrow
i forever am loving you.

fairy tale

Fairytale
Could i tell a story
Without you

Could i sing a sonnet
and then in the melodies
i never call your name
then do i sit a make a wish
and not wish for you
sleep and not dream of you
in complete will my story be
my heart tied in ribbons of joy you bring
as you alone can untie
perfect in a world
that you are there
as i am lost in this much
that you make ever so sweet
i really would only tell a fairy tale of you
there lies my happyending
my wishing star
my grand flare
my being
in this fairytale