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Never have I seen a soul

Never have I seen a soul that danced like her soul did,
Swirling stars in the sky as she twirls n' spin!
Robbed me of my thoughts on one night so splendid.
Now, will I fit again when I go back to my old skins?
When she laughed at once I Knew this night is not ordinary.
Something was up I suspected as I heard the choir sing.
Looked around and found there was a carnival in the cemetery,
All the dead danced along and the graves were all empty!
Slowly, softly the trees began to swing rhythmically.
The moths and the fireflies rose and fell simultaneously.
The music of this tender night played by the wind repeatedly.
She took my hand, a mere touch and I began a little embarrassingly-
I sang, "Fill your cups with the ale of life and do the bottoms up!
Down it goes and comes another round think not too much.
Drink it all, before it drinks you, and spare not a single drop!
Take your time, make no haste, but do not stop or you will be stuck."
On the strike of Six O' Clock in the morning when …

The Cure

Slowly, softly sinking into the sand,
Sorrows sing some strangely soothing songs.
Feeding soul with the bleeding hand,
To the hopeless which belongs.
Hold high the sun above the sea,
But its steadily crawling to the other shore.
Changing colors, burning whatever I see,
Raging waves will wash away the only painted cure.
The longing for the nightmares to come,
Shall soon be over, the devil himself makes sure.
In the abyss of the silent mind again there'll swirl a storm,
Run, take shelter, hide, before the drums of heaven roar.
Aching bones, shaking, cracking without a sound.
One by one and nerve by nerve fear gently takes control.
The pain exists but death is far and death the only cure,
It's too late now you must wait, endure till that raging waves to roll.
The purple grass and yellow pond reflect the land above.
Music brings to your nose taste of fresh-baked sand.
Such a sunny sad day and the scent of few dead doves,
The barking swans go by as there you smile and stand.

Life inside a box

Trapped in me my words,
And in my words my world.
I'm locked inside my thoughts,
And you hold the key. Upon my dreams, I ponder,
And it makes me wonder-
If I could escape this box,
Then where would I be? I peep through the keyhole,
Some shadows I see half and whole.
I imagine how light would feel?
I too would have a shadow for me! But these words have no taste,
These thoughts would never rest.
Speak woman! And walk me through,
Open me, you hold the key!