Oh the heat that will arise,
friction, flame
and tender cries
When you look in to my soul,
you know i will,
and make you whole.
So forget tomorrows pending Dawn,
touch me slow,
the night is long.
And when tomorrow finds its birth,
do not forget,
of passions worth.

Tender dreams

like the waves from the ocean
the sand beneath my feet,
The taste of your supple lips,
nectar that is so sweet,

And then i did float from my cloud
saw you standing there,
with that smile upon your face,
of nothing more was i aware

Like waves from the ocean,
and sand beenath my feet,
the tender touch of your skin,
the moment lost in gentle heat,

I did imagine such sweet days,
Never dreamnt you'd sweep me away.

Reflections

Oh you pitiful tree,
with your shrivelled leaves,
and your unkept ways,
You need tending after the storm.
So I tend, and I till,
warm 'til we're cold.
I watch you wither,
to unrecognizability
But you're not a tree,
are you?

Oh trees are so telling.

The Little Engine That Does

"I think I can, I think I can"
Oh the little engine that could,
Couldnt we all.
Huffing and puffing, just think that much harder!
We the great telekenetics!
Transcend all manner of blockaid
because we think it, we know and it comes to be.

Nonsense!
Ignore the thought in this childs tale.