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.

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.