This Is From A Dream

This is from a dream or perhaps a memory.
I don't know if you remember, but you were there.
You sat on a chariot. And the gods hailed your name.
All around you were people rejoicing.... Singing. Dancing. Remember them?
I know you've had this dream. I was there and I wished you well.
And everyone loved you. Yes, everyone did.
Cause you...you'd managed to love them all, love them all so well.

You're Beautiful

I've told you a thousand times. And I will tell you a thousand times more.
And then again a few more times, till you believe...You're Beautiful!

Little Wishes On An Afternoon

Again this afternoon, I laid out the chairs and poured some coffee.
No, I wasn't expecting you.
And here I sat and composed to you a love song, hoping you were eavesdropping.

Please Don't Forget

"I love you."
"Thanks. But why do you say it so often?"
"Cause people forget."
"Oh!....Maybe you should say it more often, then."
"Well...how bad is your memory?"

Set Fire To The Sea

And in the chaos of a thousand colors in her heart, her face was a calm white. But if you're wondering how she got along...She set fire to the sea.