Write me a quaint song of broken dreams
And colourless atoms floating at the seams
Steal me an onyx magpie’s magical coin
And a one-way ticket to Oz you can purloin
Throw me a pebble in an old wishing well
Against a green witch’s dark jinxed spells
Buy me a dress of the best rainbow’s cloth
Flashing a mirage like a shimmering moth
Take me down to the craziest Wonderland
White Rabbit and Alice falling hand in hand
Where you and I can just simply be all alone
In the madness that we could never have owned.
Soft raindrops delicately fall
Into your porcelain-white doe eyes
Not salty tears of dark gloom at all
But of pure jubilance and sheer remise
Now all I see are sky blue puddles
In your twinkling bright pair of pupils
And fragile colourful rainbows filled
Mirages flashing, peaceful, distilled.
Pulled onto the sky
By last tears of silken clouds
Ribbon of colours.
MOTHER NATURE’S DRESS
Upon where we step
Flowers, trees, plants, blossoming
Earth; Nature’s soft skin.
FIELD OF DREAMS
On the ground I lie
Blades of grass, shamrock so deep
Guide me into sleep.
Splashing and crashing
The water scintillating
Waving you goodbye.
Sphere with a dark side
Gleaming white teeth grinning down
What does your smile hide?
THE LAST DAYS OF WINTER
Glaring sun perched proud
Buds of green as it melts, thaws;
Winter’s bone-white snow.
Fireflies will guide you
In the valley of darkness
Stars below the skies.
Tepid weak-willed winds
Ice cream melting by the pool
Sluggish lazy bones.
See it falling down
Hear it splash, a tranquil sound
Bye, little raindrop.
I plant little stars
In the hope that they would spring
Into dazzling hope.