Walking through a field of roses
Shivering at every single touch...

Seeing and hoping
praying and smiling...

Silence
no words spoken...

Soft scents penetrating
so deep soft and strong...

Written around 8 syllables per line
With every single note that plays...

Loving
seeing a star...

Loving
feeling the wind...

A morning sun through my window
pearls of dew shining on the grass...

What is past is past
left behind to never be forgotten...

As frozen angels in the sky
With faded feelings they will dwell...

I dream the dream I hope to dream ,
to dream the dream inside of me...

Black silk
perfect beauty...