A Warm Afternoon Spent In the Cold Mountains .

Woke up to a bright sun
sneaking into the room through the patches she forgot to sew .
A sweet scent swirls in the air around me
As i walked
under the sun burnt sky .

A Dream that was born died young.

Two strangers
One delicate night.
lying underneath a silver sky
they manage to let life pass them by
she talked about distant lands
throwing rocks into the sea
with soft hands
that i held
and warm cheeks
that i felt.
This is too fragile
do you hear me when i speak ?
from under my breath
my fingers curled up
i am too afraid
to face your light
circle me around your thoughts
or my young heart would burst and die .

lets take a walk ?

A street welcomes new lands another rushes back home .

so i walk with my head up
constantly searching for answers in the sky.
sometimes i walk with my head down
looking for answers in the stones
reading the scattered lines
on the surface of the road .
with heavy eyelids
but a warm heart
searching for a place
which is not my home
ready to accept and put back together
fallen pieces
while the moon moans.
some roads lead me to you
some just make me feel alone.
so i walk with my head up
because the moon looks crazy today
and this feeling just wont let go .
a street welcomes new lands
another rushes back home.