"Soul Mates"
(Destined To Be.....Unitil The End of Time)

Your Act, your state of mind,
Your concern and the whole of nine.
I can't help Believe it, but I'm hoping it's true.
You love me already, but not the kind of love we're used to.

Not the kind of love that fades,
Not the kind of love that hates,
Not the kind of love we're used to.
You felt me before I even met you,
You wiped my tears befor I even met you.

You listened to my song, you knew the story of my heart,
My aches and my pains, all of this before I even met you.
You knew my name, not that of my given birth, but how to call upon me.
My attention, interest and trust, you knew it all.

The fantasies that I've once told you, you're making a reality.
Adeeper love more intellectual than superficial,
Alove that's premeditated, thought of, dreamt of.
A love fantasised about even before I met you. I know it was you.

I remember when they hurt me,
And each time you tasted my tears,
I didn't have the picture simply because
I did't feel your flesh: it was deeper.

You soul touched mine and they kissed.
But that was a while ago when they said we'd meet again.
And now, here we are, in the flesh and we meet.

But you loved me , even before I met you.

Burning Desires

You are the burning flame in my heart,
I try to sleep, but dream awaken me.
The fire of deire that engulfs my soul,
Make my body tremble in ecstasy.

Hot and fevered, I walk into the night,
with whispering voice, Icall your name.
Come to me and share this love.
I offer you freely a love, not tame.

In my mind, I hold you close.
I walk with you in the quiet night,
Close together.....our lips will touch,
Sharing our love, our hands held tight.
Quivering softly, our eyes can see
the love that we share is strong.
And no matter the time nor the place,
our love will be ever strong.

The night breeze does nothing to cool the flame
of the love that burns in my heart.
As I return to my bed to await you return......
Come home my love.... never again to depart.

Dreams of You

Before the world was always moving, constantly ever changing,
Before the sun's habitual setting, the moon's continual rising,
Before the first flower's blooming, the tree's original sprouting,
forevever did I dream of you.

While the rivers are repidly flowing, currents always sweeping,
while the tides are timely rising, the waves consistantly splashing,
while the wind is silently whispering, the stars steadily twinkling,
forever did I dream of you.

After the would may cease it's turning, the sun relinquish its burning,
after the reivers halt its waving, the trees no loger aging,
after the wind has quit its speaking, the stars stopped their shinning,
Still , forever will I dream of you.

How do we rekindle our affection,
It's been many months gone by,
We parted on an angry not,
And regret the words we said.

It's been many months gone by,
Blinded then we did not see,
And regret the words we said,
Could we recapture our dreams?

Blinded then , we did not see,
I've been trying to forget,
Could we recapture our dreams,
Do you care enough to try?

I've been trying to forget,
How unhappy life has been,
Do you care enough to try,
Are you willing to take a step with me?

How unhappy life has been,
It's been hard living without you,
Are you willing to take a step with me,
To rebuild what we had so real.

It's been hard living without you,
We parted on an angry note,
To rebuild what we had so real
How do we rekindle our affection.

Suicide

I open my eyes to check I'm asleep,
And close my eyes to dream I'm awake.
I have no reality and nothing makes me weep,
But real life is with me in my dreams,
And clear sounds of my fear,
Breaks the screaming silence of my life.

I don't give attitude,
I don't tell you what I think,
I hide my feelings well.
Noone realises what I want, not even you,
But something will happen:
It is painless, it may bring some changes,
And I can leave if I want......

Beyond Life

From beyond life rises the dark,
In the black they stare at death,
In pain, they stare through tears.

Anguished tips of sorrow form a cloud,
Conscience becomes a void,
Let only the brave break the silence,
Or the dance of the dead run free into the night.

Colours wash away,
The pale faces of moonlight surrond each of the pillars of sadness,
Waiting for the next
Waiting for the next to fall.