Pink

I took a walk,

It was cold outside.

Inside in my heart I burned;

Some distances are too far to walk.

I leaned against a car,

And ran a hand through my hair,

You live too far, I sighed

And a cloud formed on my lips.

I walked back home in a daze-

An image of you had formed on my gate

You offered me your nape,

I encircled your waist,

And together we stood there

And dreamed of escape.

More of these days

Another day of bright sunshine,
Another day of falling romance
A day meandering in parks,
A day sleeping in cars,
A day chasing rabbits,
A day for all my habits;
36 nights in a row i fled,
Down the dusty streets of red,
Littered with dry rose petals
In search of the velvet thread,
I found two brown stones
and threw them both ahead.
A scattered wind collected the dust
and carried it away in a gust.
Now the velvet road was clean,
when i saw a camel lean-
On a Moslem arch of sandstone.
I shook my head in despair,
Another day of mobile phone repair.

With more and more and more
of these days,
There seem to be, More of these days.

Kiss

Smile,
Smile at me.
Look,
My brows are knit.
Feel,
this silent kiss;
Don't sigh and walk away,
Stay,
and be with me.