I doubted I would find real, mutual love for the longest time.
That is only because I've looked in the wrong places and have fallen hard every time I thought
I found a missing part of me.
The problem with me is I don't fit in when I'm in any other group.
All around me in my daily life, I end up doing things I didn't want to do.
My life is getting stuck between a rock and a hard place when I choose
To be something I feel is right for me.
You're not hard to please for you are a fellow artist who shares my passion and attraction.
We color each other's worlds and we help each other out when we need it the most.
I give you my passion and you give it back in return.
We are not dependent on one another because we can take care of ourselves.
The sea leads to many places and although I have not landed where I needed to go,
You found me and led me in the right direction.
With you and me together, "lost" has no meaning.
We are simply taking our time to get to where we need to be.
The forsaken world and everything that was wrong with it will be far behind
Once I leave what destroyed me before and look for who I am.
The chains that keep me from breathing no longer exist
When I am somewhere else in the consciousness hidden within.
The art I color is vital to me as taking a breath.
Likewise, the more we are next to each other,
The more I see how selfless and warmhearted you are.
The way you treat me thaws my own heart until there is a flame that surrounds it.
A flame that only burns when you and I continue to bond.
Only you can see and feel how special it is to me that you make me feel that way.
I dream of us meeting face to face so we can make our artistic worlds come to life.
You teach me many things that I hold onto in my life.
Being with you helps me resist temptation that hinders my goals.
Speaking my tongue to you helps me become wiser in knowing the right things to say.
Presenting my own art to you helps me gain the courage to keep blossoming until my colors bloom like summer flowers.
More importantly, revealing my hopes and dreams to you gave me the escape from misery I longed to achieve.
In return for your kindness, I give you my passion and complete our missing soul.
To truly build up trust, all we have to do for each other is stay and that's what I will do for you.
I’d protect her,
Like a dedicated soldier,
Her fortress will I be,
I’ll die gladly for her security!
I hope the divine halo’s there,
Goes she wherever,
As the one behind Vishnu,
Everyone must realise her value.
She’s a blend of beauty and talent,
A special phenomenon God has sent!
I See a Wish
Springtime comes,
With bountiful fields,
With flowering meadows,
With joyful animals.
Springtime comes,
With suffacating thorns,
With ferocious storms,
With surrounding weeds.
No! Do not think that way!
The thorns protect,
The storms nournish,
And I do not see weeds,
I see wishes.
Casting a sapphire gaze around the sun,
You mesmerised my eyes,
That drew inside your mind,
Your Trojan Horse against the world.
Into my being was sewn you as rose;
In lucid blueness,lost,
Too vast for I to bloom,
Creation of your pain surreal;
Pale of a petalled veil,mirrored sun;
Your colour butterflied,
In rainbow wings which gazed
Into my heart and lit my dreams.
The people I met before,
Made war with us.
We had to stay in the loft,
Instead of the basement.
Everywhere were fire-arms,
And I had a child;
Whom I had to protect,
A tiny little baby.
Finally they found us,
A woman approached us;
And with a board in her hands,
She came kicking me.
Against my skull;
I fooled around.
In the library of Alexandria
Yidhra was writing and reading;
Copying the ancient scrolls,
Of Eibon, Mhu Thulan and voodoo dolls.
The Elders banished her to 'other realm,
Behind the mirror the demons did overwhelm.
But I took her out of the mirror,
Her life here is much dearer.
In the mirror-realm I placed myself,
The demons will remember oneself.
Protecting of my soul,
The darkness of a ghoul.
Yidhra lives my life now,
I live Hers, it is not allowed.
Eagerly I wait for the Old Ones,
'cause that is what Yidhra does.
As Upper Witch of Them,
She is the ultimate gem!
Billowing
clouds gather moisture
cumulus and dark threating
the day.
Silently
a breeze whispers of
of youthfulness and its'
sweet hour.
Gallant leaves
close the gap hovering
together, forming umbrellas
for protection.
Plaited
arms entwine
shielding viewpoints providing
safe guards.
A brave
knight mounts his white
stallion arrayed in shining
armour.
Challenging the trade winds
emerging victorious.
copyright by heather burns