In caverns deep under ancient mountains in halls adorned with gems and veins of gold there lives the fallen king. Waiting for his time to come, to leave his exile and see his kingdom for the first time. Around him he gathers warriors, outlawed by the tyrant queen, abiding in the cavern halls, only to see daylight again when he rises to new power. Then they shall delight in the light of sun and moon and stars and the breathing of fresh air and the wind on their faces and the beauty of their land.

In the deep green we dance around skeletons of trees and we climb up into our dreams we will lose ourselves, not think back to the losses along the way when we can finally rest and our minds will fly free free of the shackles of this existence up into the starry clouds. And we dance through the fading roses and the world sleeping beneath our bare feet.

Light flashing in darkness. Passing by bright eternal moments, trapped in halcyon days. Shooting into the future from dark endless realms of the past, eagerly waiting for dawn of night, rising from universal depths again.

The crows have returned, out from the forest, from their hiding place to let the sun warm their shiny black feathers.

Shake the ink from the pages, let the world be unwritten and made anew. Let the stars rearrange in perfect cosmic order and let the elements become undone. Leave the waters, the sky and earth, and walk into the blazing fire, become loitered and new.

Down to the old stone circles I go, where wild waters are whispering, down into the glen at night when the moon overflows with silver, down to the whispering willow, to weep for my true love who died.

Over the wide fields I wander as far as my feet will carry me. I wander through the woods and valleys and one day I shall come home to my love.

Let the music trickle down your intricate skin, beautiful child, as the heat of night blows over it. Lay down your hopes by our feet, darling one, and we will savor them for ourselves. Let us drink from you, honey and milk, the golden promise of our lady, as we trance across the ancient world.

I wish I could dance under the starlight; hide my head in layers of tulle, wish life was as light as the layers of my skirt as I swirl around dreaming of a better life, a novel-like romance and me and you dancing under stars and moon being poets living in the moment. But I know I'll never have that.

The sullen waves carress my feet as I walk out into the sea. Wading through the seaweed, I feel the sand escaping me with the water. Embrace me, dark black depths and hold me until I sleep. My hair shall cover me as I descend into my watery kingdom.

I've seen paradise in the gardens of Yaffa, surrounded by lush green, palm trees freely giving of their shade, blossoms of all kind blooming, the joyous sounds of a wedding drifting over the rich meadows, and a soft breeze from the turquoise sea freshening up the embrace of the gentle warmth of a winter sun.

Out of the darkness, flaming touch, the gentle whispers of twilight, softly carressing ancient souls. Oh, if the dreadful day would end already.

Night tarries, the moon is dancing with me over the starry sky. Let me feed you its milk, feel the magic rush through your blood, burning your heart. The fires have been great which I danced upon and greater shall be their smoke.

The wind mourns a lost love, someone’s sweetheart from long ago. The wind doesn’t mourn me. Looking out into the dark night from my cold and lonely windowsill at 2 am. I wait for my soul to wander and meet the childish me and remind her of the darkness. Maybe she can be saved. The sea calls to me and yearns for me. A thousand miles away I can hear her wailing for me, waiting to drag me into her depths. I used to be a little child, I didn’t play with fire then, I didn’t burn myself. But I started running and I found the cage and the child in me has changed. I began to dream and to cut the branches of my dreams, to grow new ones until the forest fires came. Nights are lonely without stars. And my windowsill is so high up. If the clouds could catch me and carry me away to halcyon dimensions. And I love life and I hate life and the world is spinning so fast. In the dark and night I can hear them cry. Silently. All the lost souls, cryin...

out of the night rattling rustling shadows climb the ivy lichen walls blood spills out of my mouth like red wine staining white linens the lights of the night sky burn themselves into my chest burning out the pain of breathing Paint me with your fist, Paint me with your knife, Make the trembling voice stop, Silence the quivering lips let me be one with shadows of the night

Dissolve in blissfulness. As I close my eyes I see: the whole world is small and the future is bleak. A million white flowers drift around me and we become stars, shining on forever. And my mind dwells in the peaceful pastures of the past, the only way to live is to let them return, the halcyon days, childish innocence, before the world became scary. I look over my shoulder: I see the one home I have known, the small room in my mother’s house, ever changing, but always the same. Memory won’t leave me, my only faithful friend. Homesickness takes over when traveling becomes the same old, when new countries lose their excitement, and when it gets hard to become rooted. I lose myself in all this. I lose my identity and I forget who I am and why I am. And with a lullaby of death I return to times before a purpose. I travel far, back to the halcyon dimension, magical realm, happiness and blissfulness. The days of wandering are over. I have retu...

My heart is bleeding moon. Whence have I sunk since the beginning of time? The ancient ruins of babylon have enticed my mortal soul. Break me free from the light, the shining brightness, and shelter me in darkness.

Stare of city lights, weary, warm and gentle golden orbs shining homely along my way. 10 pm, weekdays. Streets are almost empty, a lazy gust of wind cools the darkness of night. City lights are mirrored in the slow black river, pitch black, moving lazily, like thick molasses, like oil. And my hollow body climbs the bridge and drowns itself in the pitch black darkness, feeling the cold water touching my naked skin and clothing me in thick blackness. Filling the emptiness. And everything ends, every open door closes, each breath could be your last, you could turn a corner and everything could end. So I let the river fill me, fill me with its river soul, because the river has no end.

There are objects out in the sun in the wide open. Look for shelter from the stinging rays. Insanity is my safe haven. Float and swim and drift out of your mind outside the universe.

Through the blue veil of heavy rain a new day is starting clouds come and go psychic fogs and puddles mirror the grey days. It's rain season.

Doesn't the truth seem grey in the naked light? All the bruises, all the cuts - all exposed and in the open naked light. What did you think when you took the knife, carved me into your skin, so pale in this naked light? No more rest, since you started wearing me on your skin and we are one in the naked light.

Your eyes are the moon, haunting. Waxing and waning, roaming the earth mercilessly. What did you see? What turned your skin blue, what made your lips quiver? Where is the time that was trapped between your toes? Your hands cut into my soul. Where is this salvation coming from? No trace of human life - overrated. The worms are feeding on your brain, but they'll never get to your mind. This cold and restless mind, racing infinitely, emanating strange and cruel dreams, nightmarish, like the stare in your eyes. Don't you ever sleep anymore?

The moon calls with the wind through the hollow night. Soft steps echoing quietly, heavily, as newspapers are blown across the street. Traffic lights change, moving the serene night and freezing it again. One step further - into another world, starlit sky and cruel kisses. Dark figures roam the street in your head. Wind moves the world, strong storms, houses dissolve and fall to the ground heavily. A knife shines in the silver moonlight, a smile under a street lantern. No one around but her. Soft steps, marching with doom, world dissolving. Her heart impaled by the flying street-lantern.