The White Swan Lake 

I stand here watching all alone,

As white swans caress the waters below.

The sun is setting and the skies are red,

The clouds, they grow darker above my head.

A note in my hand, crinkled and torn,

That will be found by tomorrow’s morn.

Again I take another glance,

At those swans as they dance.

A love so beautiful and so pure,

One I hoped I had endured.

But now I stand here alone and sad,

With no one to miss me, for that I’m glad.

Now a breeze does blow,

And I let the paper slip below.

From my fingers I watch it fall,

All my dreams, and love, all and all.

Now the decision I’ll have to make,

Weather to live, or die, at white swan lake.

ButterFly♥

Butterfly Fly Away


Fly, up wherever the wind leads you.
Fly, up wherever your destiny takes you. 




Break free. break down those chains, and fly away. 
Spread up, widly your wings and gracefuly, dance in the sky.
Bliss and Freedon, will accompany your flight.
Rejoyce, live the present, and throw the past aside.
Don't be disturbed, fly, fly among the unknown sky.




Follow your path,
Listen to your Heart,
and you won't fail
Be true to yourself,
Break free, break those chains of loneliness, and fly away
Overwhelm the pain,
You won't need it
Invincible, is your name
Eternity, is your game
Strenght, you will gain
Fly away, and touch the saltly rain.




Break free,
break those chains of loneliness,
Bliss and Freedon, will accompany your flight.
Burden this gift. Enjoy the starness
of the sky that will guide you in the night.




Fly, up wherever the wind leads you.
Fly, up wherever your destiny takes you. There is no need to dismay,
Butterfly, fly away... 

♥Fall in LoVe

I Fall In Love With You

I fall in love with you
There's nothing nothing I can do

I fall in love with you
So I run run run to you

I'll find a way
It's never too late
I give you my word

I'll find a place
It's never to late for love

oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Loving you... Loving you... My love

I fall in love with you
There's nothing nothing I can do

I fall in love with you
So I run run run to you

Paris ♥

Paris-Eiffel Tower
First I think of Jesus, or not actually Jesus,
but the vapour trail from a jet, which makes
a line across the hard sky parallel with the top
of my window, which makes me think of Apollinaire
who said in a poem that Jesus is the holder
of the world high altitude record, a truly modern
aviator, and that’s how I think of Jesus,
being in Paris and all, the thing with Apollinaire.
But I’m looking at the line the vapour trail makes,
which way up in the sky would form a perfect T
with the tip of the Eiffel Tower (the tip of the
Tour Eiffel sounds better in a poem) if the Tour Eiffel
were a fair whack higher. You know what I mean:
blue symmetries of summer. And then I notice,
and here’s what the poem’s about, when my eyes
are making the imaginary T, just above the point
where my imaginary much higher Tour Eiffel
would meet the vapour trail, a crescent moon.
A crescent moon so thin and faint it’s almost not there
in the hot white Paris sky. But it is there,
and it’s above the Eiffel Tower, pardon,
la Tour Eiffel, and it’s above the vapour trail
that Jesus in a jet has made. What do I learn
from this experience? Well, in two weeks’ time,
if the weather holds, and it should, there’ll be
a fat full moon over Paris, and I’m up the hill
in Montmartre, with a view to fucking die for.
I can see three quarters of the sky, so I’m sure
that around two weeks from now, one way
or another, I’ll be seeing that fat full moon.
And this is a thought that is not at all unpleasant.