AlluringThe corridors were illuminated by burning jewels;rubies redder than apples reflected an irresistible light.Imprinted upon the barriers were streaks of charcoal.And I was utterly mesmerized.At the end of the passageway, there was a stone box.The crevices seemed to glisten dimly, making my eyes dilate.Skimming my ear canal, a sonorous tune echoed.Was I drunk on imagination?For several years, I felt nothing but bewilderment.Questions lingered o'er my head like dream catchers.The world around me was submerged in logic,But I had no desire to live there.Now, it was as if I was pushed into a distinct realm.With quivering fingers, I raised the ancient lid.My spirit continued to slip into a state of astonishment.Beautiful pieces of history all bundled into one crate.Who couldn't be in awe?Blades of metal and victory, fabrics of silk and majesty,Orchid colored crests of silver and prestige.Objects of the deepest regard revealing itself to me.Finally, my endless craving for in
Spring RevivalAmong the stormy cerulean sky,the taste of blossoms linger high.Pedals stain the depleted ground,awakening nature all around.Songs are carried in the breeze,the warmth of heaven's melodies."Gone is the era of numbing pain,now comes the season of blissful rain."
Vibrant FallAutumn memories stimulateunder a cardinal-colored tree,where the relentless windonce twisted my hair.The sound of church bellsalways encompassed me,as I sunk into my scarfto obstruct the bitter air.And as I read my books,tales of murder mysteries,I would begin to take inthe perplexing sights.And the satisfying tasteof home-cooked ravioliwould warm my stomachfrom the chill of the night.And although the fall timespeaks of an eerie scene,my train of thought stillconsistently turns back -To the memories restingunder that ravishing tree,where puzzles of the daywould slowly unpack.
Spirited WatersIf the oceans could singabout deep eternal bliss,then I think they'd bringa sweet melody of this...a symphony of our lovethrough the thick and thin,a chorus from high abovethat joins our hearts within.We may be apart for now,but there's something morethat the universe holds true,a sentiment worth waiting for.So forget the pain my dear,for all the oceans still ringwith the hopeful harmonythat someday they might sing.
Irish DreamsMy dreams of Ireland are paintedwith pastel green eye shadowsand emerald bushels of garlandthat glisten in the charcoal night.They're visions of golden showersand fresh aquamarine dew dropsthat embrace the lively bedrock,awakening the creatures within.They're the rush of bustling windsweaving through the loose locksof Irish boys and their lovers,dancing under the Celtic stars.They're the ancient melodiesthat consume every fantasy heartand yearner of good luck,well-wishers and explorers.My dreams of Ireland are paintedwith every enticing touch of beautythat one could possibly imagine.
A Lover's GemFor you my heart always yearns,like a burning amethyst deep within.You're the jewel kindling in my eyes,revealing oracles of true love again.Among your light chestnut skin,my soul embraces your luring smile.Breaking every faint touch of doubt,I drift in your essence for a while.You're the sensuous oriental breaththat keeps me warm in the night.You're the vibrant gleaming starthat helps me through life's flight.You're the sweetest taste of rainthat one could ever hope to see.You're that exclusive kind of gemthat means all the world to me.
Pharaoh of My HeartSomewhere deep within my heart,a pharaoh holds an ankh-shaped key,guarding the corridors of his loveuntil time beckons us to be.As shifting currents in the Nile,he alters my soul upon a sea,and in his eyes my essence wadesuntil time beckons us to be.The oil may try to relinquish light,or let dusk settle there between,but even still, we'll hold our willuntil time beckons us to be - Until time calls for us to fallinto each other's armory,and behold the beauty of a sunfrom an ancient dynasty. There is a pharaoh in my heart,and forever I will lie with he,until the clock of scarabs unlockand time beckons us to be.
Distant AdmirersWe stare at each otherthrough a crystal screen,eyes set in a yearning gaze.And in the solemn hourwe relentlessly dream,imagining that very day...When we finally meetin an authentic embrace,finding each other's heart.In the midst of a kisswith a honeysuckle taste,never wandering apart.But until the time arrivesto break past the blue,we'll continue to dream.Forever pondering o'erthe presence of youbeyond the crystal screen.