The Magician

Once upon a time,
there was a magician,
conjuring his own dream

he took his finger,
and painted twinkling lights

commanded them;

you are all my beacon knights!
one, for each passion,
(fashions of my soul)
in a beauty color style;

blue for the deepest feelings,
green for my vitality.

white, i want you to be my honesty,
my quest for truth.
red, the strong desires..
and black, my tears.

yellow painted is my knight of holiness,

you all together,
my rainbow riders,

bring my love to me.

The Dancer In The Dark

do you see him?
casting clouds with
his aglowing heart

can you feel the breeze
of his movements
the dancing winds on your skin
can you sense his peace?

while he is floating around you
with his soul?

Looking around..

who is the someone,

speaking my language,
teaching the dance?

who is the one,

taking my hands,
releaving the bandage.