Dreamer

Phuket, Thailand

Breeze of darkness, Subtle hues,
Changing horizon, Mist from the hills,
Hush, hush, Silence I heard,
Calling unto me with lessons learned.

Dusk to dawn, Dark to light,
As I lay in bed, My heart glows bright,
Cold, cold, Is all I can feel,
Broken only by the warmth of my quilts.

I say a little prayer, To the world forlorn,
To secure a place, A place when I'm gone,
God, God, A blessing would be nice,
Sweet dreams and candies are all I would like.

Living is ending, Dreams are unfolding,
World is slowing, Utopia is calling,
Begone, begone, Sorrows of life,
I shall see you again when I'm ready to rise.
- Snowballade

One Less Day To Live

Siem Reap, Cambodia

What is it that makes my heart beat?
When days are long and nights are cold,
Nothing seems to last only promises to be broken,
One less day to live.

What is it that makes me take another step?
When signs of the end are showing its beginning,
Nothing else to believe in when even God is forsaking,
One less day to live.

What is it that makes me wake in the morn?
When I make others laugh while I'm deep in my thoughts,
The singing birds seemed to mock me as if telling me to end it,
One less day to live.

What is it that makes me dream a pointless dream tonight?
Is it the mask I wore to conceal my morose?
Or just knowing when I wake, the second hand of time would have shifted,
One less day to live.
- Snowballade