I like soft light best,
candles and moonlight.
Such light always overlooks a blemish
to highlight the deeper beauty-
the sparkle in one's eye,
the glow of a fire, the contours of the night.
It's not concerned with getting to some final truth,
but instead, naturally gregarious, invites us to talk
of our dreams, our aspirations, indeed anything,
usually over a glass of burgundy,
......
Your smile makes me blush in my dreams. Your smile is the reason I dream. At nights I dream of your smile.
You make loving hard. Loving you is the easiest thing in the world. You make loving anyone else impossible.
Your touch is all I think about. Your touch makes me never want to quit thinking. And when I'm not thinking of your touch, I'm dreaming of your smile.
Your eyes gloss over my body, polishing every inch. You accept every inch. You love every inch.
My eyes are blessed by your sight. My glance hugs your waist. Resting on your collar bone, wrapping around your waist, holding your hips, brushing your thighs.
......
The language of love requires no translation,
The language of trust needs no explanation,
The language of honesty needs no interpretation,
The language of wisdom requires no noise,
The language of kindness requires no words.
In a perfect world, you and I could saunter— free.
Breathing fresh, salt-licked air.
Where the ocean reaches for our feet, and the sun melts into the sea, and the sky drapes over its long lost twin.
Where the forest and the sky and the land love humanity dearly, like a neighborhood that could thrive for eternity.
In a perfect world, there would be no bicker of capitalists and environmentalists— merely political empathy.
I dream of boring news channels.
When red, white, and blue don't seem so embarrassing, nor disgraceful to half of the country, and "liberty and justice for all" hugs "all" comfortably.
When the government is wed to candor bound by the promise of life and liberty, and diplomacy relieves, and monopolies fancy consumers' well-being.
......
A person's life should undergo constant sublimation;
that's the secret to fulfilment, in my estimation.
Refine yourself more each day by doing a special favor
that's unexpected, but appreciated with joy and savor.
Perform good deeds daily;
on someone confer a nice surprise.
Smile at a complete stranger to echo joy in smiling eyes.
......
Your smile makes me blush in my dreams. Your smile is the reason I dream. At nights I dream of your smile.
You make loving hard. Loving you is the easiest thing in the world. You make loving anyone else impossible.
Your touch is all I think about. Your touch makes me never want to quit thinking. And when I'm not thinking of your touch, I'm dreaming of your smile.
Your eyes gloss over my body, polishing every inch. You accept every inch. You love every inch.
My eyes are blessed by your sight. My glance hugs your waist. Resting on your collar bone, wrapping around your waist, holding your hips, brushing your thighs.
......
A person's life should undergo constant sublimation;
that's the secret to fulfilment, in my estimation.
Refine yourself more each day by doing a special favor
that's unexpected, but appreciated with joy and savor.
Perform good deeds daily;
on someone confer a nice surprise.
Smile at a complete stranger to echo joy in smiling eyes.
......
I belong to a world
that has not yet been destroyed;
it will soon, if they go this speed—
it is all because of some people's greed.
The world I belong to
is getting ruined; they need
more greedy hands to reach out each day,
to tear this gentle world away.
......
In a perfect world, you and I could saunter— free.
Breathing fresh, salt-licked air.
Where the ocean reaches for our feet, and the sun melts into the sea, and the sky drapes over its long lost twin.
Where the forest and the sky and the land love humanity dearly, like a neighborhood that could thrive for eternity.
In a perfect world, there would be no bicker of capitalists and environmentalists— merely political empathy.
I dream of boring news channels.
When red, white, and blue don't seem so embarrassing, nor disgraceful to half of the country, and "liberty and justice for all" hugs "all" comfortably.
When the government is wed to candor bound by the promise of life and liberty, and diplomacy relieves, and monopolies fancy consumers' well-being.
......
Daily I would think of her only always,
Whenever she was not seen,
That would create a hell for me,
I would brood over and worry,
My mind would be out of joy,
When she was seen one day,
My peace would be restored,
She would fill my dreams,
In my dreams, I would wander,
Without seeing her anywhere,
......