I love going to sleep,For there’s a version of you,That lives in my dreams,And it’s him I want,It’s him I seek,It’s his warmth I crave,He just has your face,I can dance with him for days,It seems he’s not someone Who needs to be saved,So when I look at you,In waking life,and you see my eyes,So full of love,It's a love I have, for a sort of you,But in this life,I’ll settle for touch.

From pure to possessed, in a matter of steps.A frozen burn, fevered and hurt. You claimed false idols, I mimicked your words. You’ve made you bed, Lay alone in words unsaid. Do your prayers touch my name? As my thoughts hold on to yours, Or did your rational mind Turn your heart to cold?  I suppose that you haven’t heard, About the haunting of your home. A ghostly figure, shares features with y...

The sun is disappearingbut the waves are calm.They splash slowly and soothinglyonto the sand. They caress and calm the beachuntil they are appeased.The beach is consumedwith overwhelming affection. The beach thanks the waveswhen the waves remind the beachthat they are still thereand that the sun will be back tomorrow.