I dream with you while you dream of me  while I dreamt a dream  within whose else dream but yours   Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, thus much let me avow — You are not wrong, who deem that my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away in a night, or in a day, in a vision, or in none, is it, therefore, the less gone?   All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar of a surf-tormented shore, and I hold within my hand grains of the golden sand — How few! Yet how they creep through my fingers to the deep, while I weep — while I weep! O, God! Can I not grasp  them with a tighter clasp? O God! Can I not save one from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream?

❝Everything that is pleasant in life  is dangerous. Have you noticed that?❞  Tell me How____________

There are people who'd do anything to bring back the person about which they said, at a time, was just a pleasant waste of time... a simple experiment. For those, the game with every feeling, it's like a drink, but till one day, when they'll realize their station passed away. Forget about and never see 'em anymore. After all, they'll never truly know, even in a million years, what they really want, what they really love to be & with whom. Accept that like any other lesson of life and try to rise again. Maybe another soul with feelings translated not by words but by facts full of gentleness and tenderness, will get to your frightened mind, helping and learning with you the meaning of life, or the meaning of lips, loved not just for what they say, but also for many others tolerable skills, exactly as you wished.

you've been condemned to fall in love with me, daily, from the first breath of the cockcrow, to contort yourself in my seductive instant breakfast ✳ you've been condemned to have hunger for me, — nothing to be able to nourish you but [me], [me], [me], — [take care], — [don't waste any crumb of my offer...] ✳ you've been condemned to agonize for me... painfully to caress the flames of my bio structures' sighs when ingeniously, your lust utters to you to dip in me ✳ you've been condemned to meet me and to love me, — everything you do is orchestrated by a powerful entity, you can't escape... i am your fate... once and for all...

— ...Suppose that to give a few lectures, daily you had to commute between Heaven and Hell, what would you take with you? — A book, a bottle of wine, and a woman, Lord, if I'm not asking too much. — Too much. We’ll cut out the woman. She would involve you in conversations putting ideas into your head, and your preparation would suffer. — I beseech you, cut out the book, I'm gonna write it myself, Lord, if I only have the bottle of wine and the woman. That’s my wish and my need. Is it too much? — You’re asking too much... Supposing that daily, to give a few lectures, you had to commute between Heaven and Hell, what would you take with you? — A bottle of wine and a woman, if I'm not asking too much. — That’s what you wanted before, don’t be insistent, it’s too much, as you know... We’ll cut out the woman. — What do you have against her? Why do you persecute her? Cut out the bottle rather! Wine weakens me, almost leaves

You said I will forget you, but you forgot to mention in which life. Which's the universe without any remembering about the whispers of your eyes, the sweetness of your lips...? And why...? Why, while I think of you, I miss you more and more, over again... at... endlessly…? You said that I'll forget you… So in this case, you have to tell me through what galaxy this fact will really happen and I will lose myself in laxity forgetting your smile, your gaze... and your kisses… forgetting all and any memory… and swear I'll let 'em crush into a thousand shards, as your wills, exactly as you wished, — [me, like a beggar, begging you to sing… a song of love to me] You said that I'll forget you but you've been wrong... — I never stopped looking for you... and muchly sure I never will...

Rest with your dream in my dream. Love and pain and work should all sleep now. The night turns on its invisible wheels and, — you are pure beside me as the sleeping amber. No one else, Love, will sleep in my dreams. You will go, we will go together, over the waters of time. No one else will travel through the shadows with me, only you, evergreen, ever a sun, ever moon. Your hands have already opened their delicate fists and let their soft drifting signs drop away; your eyes closed like two gray wings, and I move after, following the folding water you carry, that carries me away. The night, the world, the wind spins out their destiny. Without you, I am your dream, only that, and that is all

i think of you... longing's energy, — (a nativity in black) made me act

it may have been in pieces... but I gave you the best of me Awake. Shake dreams from your hair, my pretty child, my sweet one. Choose the day and choose the sign of your day the day's divinity. First thing you see. A vast radiant beach and cooled jeweled moon, couples naked race down by its quiet side and we laugh like soft, mad children smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy. The music and voices are all around us. Choose they croon, the Ancient Ones, - the time has come again, choose now they croon  beneath the moon beside an ancient lake. Enter again the sweet forest,  Enter the hot dream, Come with us! Everything is broken up and dances. Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding, Ghosts crowd the young child’s fragile eggshell mind. We have assembled inside this ancient and insane theater to propagate our lust for life - and flee the swarming wisdom of the streets. The barns have stormed, the windows kept - and only one of all the rest to dance and save us from the d

on any side of my universe sits suspended without being unleashed in action, my every intuition «what's like reading a word without having to spell it out?»

Shush... I try to listen to what claims your silence. Lower your voice more to hear how you hear me crayoned in your fluff hint with all senses choked. Shush... still try to track what your silence claims... I'm only miles away from you & a few secs of truth in your howl... inhibited after sharply freed o'clock.

  ❝ respect yourself enough to walk away  from anything that no longer serves you,  grows you or makes you happy ❞