Dream

I woke up sentimental
with a flashback in my eye
a memory full of fulfilled dreams
that almost made me cry.

A short period, I would say
or at least it looks like that today
It was just like a minute of fame
Back then, though, i thought it would never rain.

The kiss and the humble touch
- It started me
The speed and rebelity
- It blew me away

Though the speed itself
and the overwhelming harmony
was probably enough
to surprise and introduce uncertainty

Ofcourse I was shocked
sent down to my knees
with a vast decline
and almost stunning ease.

In the dream
I remembered that special day
And it brought a slight smile to my face
combined with bitterness and regret

But was it really my fault?
or was it fortuned by default?
is there any chance of a slight correction
or for a simple clarification?

I haven't yet cleared these thoughts
and I haven't yet answered these questions
But I have a statement with which I am caught
that love is now one of my obsessions.

The Lovers Prayer

Imagine an object so untouchable
an object of desire
an object so irresistible
an object that sets me on fire.

Every night and day
I think of that desire
the thoughts that help me fall asleep-
something like a special treat.

Though still it's so far away
and so invisible
That it makes you wonder
if you are really ready to lead the way.

I still know my object is so distant
and still know that this may not be true.
But I'm just a coward to show my feelings
and to believe that i could be with you.

Someone help me
Someone give me advice
Someone please hit me
or somebody blind my humble sights

If I could just touch my object
and make it touchable
If I could just love my object
or make it resistible

Please forgive me my sins
and please don't make me suffer
Please attach to me those pins
with a simple sign: I'm your lover.