Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Mess

Mess

I've met you in my dreams
Randomly, with no mean.

Shuffled pictures
Hot chocolate
The scent of burning firewood
An italian restaurant
Red and white
A mystical winter night.

Now shuffled phrases
Stardust,Desmond's cool whistle
Tankian's lyrical vocals.

I've met you in my dreams
Among all this mess
I still can remember your sweet traces
Your unforgetable perfume.

Then I close my eyes again
Wishing to find you
To reach you
To tell that all this wasn't in vain.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Quiet Street

Quiet Street

Everyone greets each other
While passing on a quiet street.

Everyone hears their own sound
Speak with itself
Whistles a sweet melody
While passing on a quite street.

Only observed by the city eyes
And covered by the tree shadows
The quiet street still always there.

Waiting for the night to come
Placed as a refuge
For rambling souls

That ain't got no one to care for
No one to talk.

At least confess their deep or dumber feelings
By her quiet sidewalk.