Inspiration is a lacking,
And my nerves they are a cracking.
Now my heart begins to tire,
Having only one desire,
Stay as close as close can be,
To my singing fantasy,
Inspiration, don’t expire,
Keep me warm under your fire,
You mean everything to me!
So much to thinkAnd yet we’re lostWithout Love’s link.
That may haunt a life,Forever and a day,Dreams that follow,And never go away,Praying to become Alive,Maybe, Someday.
Hate!What kind of BeingsAre We?That we can’tGet Anything straight.Shame on us! ! !
And faded out of sight,A mountain has its morning light,Shinning with Hope that will delight,Life sometimes has that too,But when the fighting years are done,What will be left of you?
Of love that never,ComesOf trembling leavesAnd mortal fearsWhere even TimeSuccumbs.We can’t controlEven our dreamsAs much as we wouldLike,Or even knowAnd comprehendThe message said,That night,When all was darkAnd all light fled,For love had reallyDied,Except in dreamsWould LoveCome back to Life,But what was realIs what you feltWhen in your dreams,You cried,Those stolen dreamsThat well it seemsWere never…
But never dull,So, away to discovery we go,Where we’ll land?We never know,So much is written by itself,Other times, by your secret elf.Poetry!Such a mystery,In a few words,Sometimes,A whole life’s history.
