Let the clouds carry my love to you,
As they drift to the end of my horizon,
beyond where i can see…

Let the sun touch you like my love does,
Whenever it comes up in the morning,
Throughout the day till the darkness falls…

Let the stars shine like my love for you,
When they light up the dark nights to come,
Brighter than a candle can…

Let the rain pour your sorrows away,
Like my love does if we where together,
Into the sewers far below the streets…

Let the wind blow my love your way,
As it drifts on a cloud to the end of my horizon,
Where u are waiting for me.

D.S. november 6th 2005, 2:30 am

Songs heard by the sun,
Danced by the butterflies,
Starting where everything begun,
Rhythm which the bees apprise.

Music carried by the night,
Loved by tears,
Filled with candlelight,
Free of fears.

Words whispered by the wind,
Bouncing on the leafs,
Caressed in a birds mind,
They are promises, of I believe’s.
Made by u and me ….

September 29th 2000 16:55 ©2001 D.S.

~*~

~*~ She left us,  ~*~

~*~*~

The sky is covered with gray and scudding clouds,
which are blowing hard with their invisible mouths,
cold cust of winds right into my face,
Its obvious, summer has left this place.
With elegance and a friendly inner self,
did autumn approached and introduced herself.
She entered her season with composure and forbearance
She transformed the leafs colors into a beautiful appearance.
But, when she saw that we couldn’t appreciate her and her colors of beauty
she lost her calmed and inflamed into a untamable fury.
She grab the trees and shook them until the leafs felt down.
She chased the fallen leafs and colored them brown,
she cried tears of inability and the rain fell down on us.
No longer she showed us her kind and tenderness
Cause now she left us with the days and nights dark and cold.
A new season appeared, chilly destructive and bold.
And its now that we wished that she still was with us here
Now that we are left behind in this invulnerable kingdom called winter.
She is gone she has left us until the next summer gives her back her place.
It’s a long waiting time until she can blow again the wind in our face.

~*~*~

5 October 1999 9:00 PM