Save me

Save me from the waves of light and sound
Keep me away from the sea on dry ground
Only thoughts of gentle, calm, moments
To avoid the fury of the fire
and the rest of the elements.
Strip me off all signs of vanity.
Look closely for other signs of the soul
Going astray.
Follow the scent of the roses
For the sake of sanity
And let your sharp instincts
Find the infested flowers
Before they wither away
Beyond the perfumed artificial mask
Eliminate the festering, before it's too late
For the white noise to cover, like snow
All those stains of sound on time
We couldn't let go with the waves.

Infinity

Passing clouds.
A forgotten scent. Desirable.
Walking hand in hand.
Infinity.
Do you remember?
No one remembers anymore.
It's all in the eyes, it's there to see
Infinity.
Endless stretching of time, space
And opportunity to remember
Forever, in a daze, in a dream.
A recurring, revolving dream.

A door in a hotel.
A scarf on the floor.
Silken touch. Lips fading away.
Mirrored movements.
Infinity.

Snowflakes softly dancing.
Hours going by without the world
The world going by without the sun
And not the only one
And not the only thing that matters.
Feelings. Instincts. There and then.
And never knowing about now
Because it never goes away.
It's the basic essence
of something infinite.

The Line of Beauty

Eyes glowing with fiery looks, piercing the darkness
Making you turn your eyes away.
Eyes you remember in the morning, when your world
Is a blur and yesterday's but a headache.
And the cat reminds you of the panther- like moves
And the milk carton reminds you for some reason
Of the dance floor. And then a blank, nothing more
Than a hammering orchestra of gong like echoes
And those eyes, together with inviting lips
Taking you in, pulling you down.

Would you, will you, could you, what if..
All those useless questions with no consequence at all.
Who cares? Just because you can..
Appreciate beauty. Burnt by the midnight sun
In those exotic eyes.

Beyond the line of beauty. Supernatural attraction.
The cosmic pull. Resistance is futile. So are you.
Without a vector pointing to the inevitable fall...
Into the arms, the lines, the shapes, the dimensions
Of pure unadulterated beauty. There and then.
Gone without a trace now.

Nameless. Less regrets. And a grey area growing
Between black and white principles.
Beauty is worth it. It's only there once, or twice.
And then there's the ordinary in a life that doesn't care less.
So why not have something special, to admire, to aspire to
Even for one night.

There it goes. The line is flexible. And everyone has their story.
The morning glory is a different light altogether.
When you know, down to the bone, it's all there is to it
Even when it's gone. You've crossed the line of knowledge
You passed the point of no return
Now you either land or burn
Or carry on regardless.

The pursuit of beauty is a dangerous thing.
Not for the faint-hearted. But once you know what you're willing to give
It's fine. It's there. It's yours to sacrifice.
So let those voices disappear. Let this be your first point connecting
You to the next in the line of beauty.

Where's the dream?

There's an old coat with the sleeve torn off
Battered and worn and abandoned on the street
To meet the end of all bottles and boxes
Sworn to fidelity, to big steps and happenings
Then fading away.
There's an old calendar with a few dates circled
In red. Then nothing. Something happened to time.
Or time happened to those who held their breath
For too long.
And there's a mother's promise to her son
That she'll be there. Then the little girl's eyes
Refuse to set light to the baffling change.
Cryptic allusions from the past.
Old photographs, yellow memories
Yellow leaves and sepia air
In memories of places so far away.
Tears are lost in the creases of cotton scarves.
Pride takes over from regrets.
Pain teaches a new lesson and starts over again.
And everything is as it's always been.
On the way to that enchanted place.
On the way home.
As the day slowly surrenders to the night
The only thing missing is the dream.