Your Smile

Your smile.
is the place,
where you remember you,

the one
you left behind,
when you were 3 months,
                        2 years,
                        4 years,
                        6 years.

It is her
that you crave.

Not the chocolate.
Not the wine.
Not the love which you desire other people to give you.

You can choose.
You can always choose.

Your tears are the lost ones,
                       the ones you needed to love,
                       the ones you needed to hold.

The ones your rejected now come back for you,
to ask you to love them,
to ask you to hold them.

Please do not reject...they are a part of you.

Only wanted to be loved by you.

Your pain saves you, more than you realise.

Let them be, and open the door to your heart.

Wide open.

The Dream

You are the dream,
in my night.

When I awaken,
I feel I have lost...

something, someone, 
you... 

I cannot remember, 
and the well goes
deeper and deeper...

losing me in its mystery.

I dwell...alone. 

And ready for the moment,
the one. 

Come now...