When the dragon weeps
His tears mingle with the dream of eternal sleep
He craves the night that he will not have to burn
He craves the night that he can love the living
And not be hurt.
His is the might.
His is the dream.
His is the death in us all.

For thousands of years we will live
For thousands of years we will die
And in our minds,
Eternity will be forever.

In the void of space
My mind wanders to the emptienes
But
The emptieness is filled.
That which was each self
Is now us; we are together
Forever.

How do you tell one your hearts desires?
You can't just come out and say it.
- I love you.
You can't just blurt it out.
- I want to be with you forever.
No matter how perfect the moment.
Is there anyway to say what you really feel?
- I love you.
Without comming the final act of giving in?
- I lust for you.
But more important,
Is there a way to tell the different.

Freedom
Like a bird with out a nest,
On the wing.
Flight takes over where the mind leaves off.
Decisions, at first, are impossible

Freedom
To be free, to chose for one
Last time.
After this, you can never go back,
Until the final release.

The freedom
Of Eternity
You are free to choose your forever.
For now until the end...

Don't hate me if I tell you that I have
Always
Loved you.
Please, I think that it would
Kill me
Inside.

It must be my fate to always
Watch
And never be included.
I guess it has always been
Hard
For me.

Love is a tricky emotion and a
Lot of times
It is hard to tell it apart
From the other feelings that
One can feel
For another.

For myself it seems harder than for most
But maybe,
They feel the same.

I once met a Spider
Walking on its Web
It gazed at me in Wonder,
And very distictly said,
"Why art thou curious being
Entertaining my silky domain?"
Upon which I had no Answer
Only the patter of the Rain.

The Spider continuously persisted
In its questioning Me so.
I only answered in the Sun
And promptly turned to go.
My thoughts turned inward and
Like the Spider I didn't know
Whatever happened to the Plan
I had started so long ago.

Soft.
Candlewinds.
Desert Song.
Midnight on the Shadows.
Soft.
Plush soft horizons
melting to a puddle of light
only to e born again
in the morning.
Love is in the air
but nothing can be like the
soft, soft, soft.
Sun on my face,
my hair,
wind to my back.
I turn and the wind carresses my arms.
Love.
Sweet love.
Soft.

Look at this perfect paper.
It doesn't show a mark.
At least none that you can see,
But tears dry.

They fall with reckless abandon
Causing havoc amidst themselves.
But after a time
Their destruction is unknown.
After a time, you can no longer see the pain.

It's amazing how you can just sit here,
thinking, living.
Pause for a moment.

Life slowly slips past you.
Every second you are getting older.
It seems sometimes I can almost here time.
At it echoes past me.

It thunders in my ears.
Very loud,
But when I'm loud, it fades to almost a whipser.
Time, time, time, thinking in a thought, how sublime.

Just the other day the sun went out.
I reached up to change the light bulb,
But realized that although my light bulb
Was living up to its warrenty, the sun,
Was not.
It became dark really fast.
I had no idea what to do.
When the EBS came on the air,
They said that there was nothing
That we could do to save ourselves
And that real soon we would all die.
I was worried and began to pray,
When all of a sudden I heard a thunder clap.
I looked up into a dazzle of whirling lights
Which framed a hideous face.
The creature motioned to me with its
Tounge/Arm/Whatever?
Considering my options well, as I
Usually do before making any serious
Career choices, I chose wisely, and hopped abord his
Spaceship.
Now I am chained by the neck and serving
Drinks to a Three Toed Sloth that speaks
Surprizingly good English.
It gets me to thinking
How in the hell did my cat make out?