Recommended Songs

Waves of colours glittering like the

Lights that intoxicate, that induce pleasure,

Rhythms clenching upon each other like

of evening passion where the celebrity

of your cool smile is the jewellery of

the palace where night brings the

clarity of delight in desire

There are cards that illustrate the lights

that break the silence of the corridors

where letters compensate the poverty

in the guests whose lips remain reserved

whose hearts are suspicious of the

next morning

We exist in the space between heartbeats

where the strength of stamina meets

the tower of our ecstasy, our forest of song

the bridge between our sport and reward

paves the earth through patterns we

endure as we advance through triumphant

the safe heat of signals inscribed

onto the endless river of intensive sounds

leads you into a state of power

where your body is one of the chorus

and your determination a galaxy

in which I create, through which I express

in this sunrise

upon which our touch ascends

of which we move like

the sun falling deep into night

Your voice is the flame I've been

thinking about...

Maybe we found the right speed

the satisfaction of drive

without which, we'd be lonely tonight

Yours is the galaxy I crave in the dawn

come with me and read right next to me

by my side

recite to me

whisper in my ear

when our fingers paint signs

in the pockets of glittering eyes

and secret calendars?

I'm trying to materialise

ideas in the compound of bodies

the way we dance in the evening light

and it's you and I...

our voices flutter to the movement

of the waves,

the nocturnal slippage

is my dream of our past adventures

the forest and the sea all awakening

the breath of sacred poetry

the shrine of your artistry

i can only trace the vision behind your

bold eyes and it is profound

the tour you embark upon

the lightning in your heart

the ecstasy of each star as their crescendo

brings us both to the song's peak

deep blue spirals

the smell of cigarettes outside

the train station,

my wanderlust, i access the

networks from the east,

I leave myself two hours

but love to speculate with time

on the details step by step.

the promenade, the tables outside,

imperfect symmetry, 

the slight breeze tonight,

the sound of piano keys,

where the dust settles after the final firework

my hands feel cold and it isn’t even morning

is this what belief feels like? the persistence of the candle light?

the warmth of the fireplace? where marshmallows turn into wine?

it has been so long

it has been a different time

i remember the carnival of cars on the highway

the networks of roads all intersecting,

the hours spent travelling, in the routine of the past,

where now I stand in the evening blue,