My Gratitude

What I ought to feel, I've felt for you
And for each word I am so thankful.
You have released my tears.
You raised my disposition.
You calmed my spirits.
My thanks I convey,
My smiles I bestow
Upon the one
Who ever
caressed.

Not Your Creation

For had I been as silent as you claim
I never should have said a word
I still spoke in search of my reward...
Suppose I'd stood in my place
I still would have whispered my name.
Lest I should be forgotten, I shouted
So no one would forget my face...

If I were as odd as you say
I would have stood out long ago,
You see, I am never the same, I change
And this is no peculiarity. So pay
My respects to your wit, thus I forego
Your idea that I should be strange.

I am not what your imagination
Has been too kind to consider
Nor am I a single drop of hesitation
To supply sweetness when bitter
I am not what you imagine
I am not by far your folly
Still by farther am I foreign
To your attempt to adorn wholly
Not what your mind, while boring
Has decided to create.
No, I have a better fate.

If Only I Could...

If only I could refrain my words and leave yours be
My only wish is that I would no longer seek a plea
Though my sincerest thought will never part with me
If only I could challenge myself, if only I could see.
One day, I will stop running, I'll have fled enough;
Rapturous scene - what I'll find I will have sought
Miracles do happen, at least so it seems, I'm led
To the vicin barrier of limitless and unsaid.

Through dreams so inadequate

And reality estranged

I reach for my castle

In clouds of change.

In fate is confidence

By the sky I stand
Everything's afar

My past I amend.

Time stood never

I reached for the gate

I caught the waters

My knights were late.

My sincerity I've lost

Nothing I can say

Your ears are shut

But I shall still pray.

In faith I stand

Confidence in the air

Power through everything

Never to end.

About to Come

It's time we saw them coming, is it not?
Down and up that hill we see
Look how late it has unknowingly got,
Quick, prepare the things for tea.

I wonder if they still know the act
Undoubtedly they've forgotten their lines
Mayhaps they won't even show up, in fact
But let's hope they'll give us signs.

What is the matter, why don't they appear?
They should have come already, so it seems
They've forgotten their promise, still I caught a glimpse
Last time I saw them, when I had them near.

What am I saying, of course they're on their way!
Look, their carriage is approaching; there!
In vain have you fancied their emptiness of word
But they knocked already; at least so I heard.

Night is Just Another Day

Everything is good, I am convinced still
And there's no poison, only trials for us
There is no harm in anything, if you thus feel
Then we are alike, one day we'll meet.
There is no question to those who have the answers
But those who know nothing are still asked
It's sad and torturing to twist emotions
To drown them, hide them, wear a mask.
We all know it, for it's inside of us,
Night is just another day.
Pain is just happiness, in disguise
I am a liar, though I long to change
I want forgiveness, I need it so
Night is just a darker day.