It was fake

It was fake, but in a way it was true.
It was fake, but in a way it was for you.
I wasn't happy that day,
And in shame it went away
Its own way,
But in a way it would stay.

Like a falling leaf

Like a falling leaf... gentle
Like a river breeze... quiet
Barely there. But you are

When I'm with you

When I'm with you
I don't need to chase you,
Use you,
Waste you,
Lose you.
When I'm with you.

You give you all,
And I take.
You're when I fall,
When I wake
You set the pace
And we go.
With you there's no
Fast or slow.

Do we find out?
Do you show?
Do you know things
I don't know?
Would you reply
If I asked?
And would you grant
My request?

When I'm with you
I don't need to worry,
Hurry,
Or feel sorry.
When I'm with you.

When I'm with you
I don't need to wonder,
Ponder.
We just wander
When I'm with you.

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What is better : song without love or love without song? Now you got both :-)

Sink in a cloud

I float in water,
You sink in a cloud
And glow from below.
That's how I like you, you know.

It's not quite love

It's not quite love,
It's only folly,
I'm only falling,
It's not yet love.
Ti da dam...

Not every day is today

Not every day is today,

Not every tune is a song,

Not every drop is a rain or a part of a waterfall.

Not every day is today,

Not every word has a meaning I want,

Not every day is a day that will not be forgotten.

I’m dreaming of woods and don’t look at the trees.

Inventing a feeling, missing out on this.

Explaining those memories, when I should leave them behind me.

I am looking for beauty and don’t notice the view.

I am craving for something instead of being with you.

I am searching for words instead of just letting them find me.

Not every day is today,

Not every wish has its way,

Not every pain can remain

And most will be forgotten...

It's evening

It's evening. Clouds.
Abbey on the hill. Green grass....
I'm tired.

Tale of a stone

There was a stone. On a rocky beach between the sea and the mountains.

It observed… the changing seasons; the wind - sometimes gentle sometimes stormy; the water - sometimes sweet from the rain, sometimes salty from the waves; the seagulls sometimes landing on it.

Sometimes it remembered… for example, how a few seasons ago several grains of soil accumulated in its crevices and from them grew a few blades of grass.

It never wondered and it never pondered.

Until one day a travelling druid was passing by and sat on the stone to rest. The druid started telling the stone about the far away lands across the sea; about the different landscapes beyond the mountains; about people, and magic, and magical stones. And for the very first time the stone wondered...

The druid finished his tale and got up. He thanked the stone for being such a good listener… and then he smiled mischievously and asked, “Would you like to make a wish?” A wish? The stone had never wished before. But now… it realized that it did: it wanted to walk like the druid, to see those far away places... It did not even get a chance to fully experience that feeling of wanting, when the druid struck his magic wand and turned the stone into a man.

   -   The end    -

Hey, what happened to the stone? This cannot be the end of the stone’s tale!

Well, this is. What follows is another tale, of a man who used to be a stone.