Night-Waliking

It's dark outside, and my door is open;
She can enter and I can exit.
Waiting for none, I started my night-walk,
Under the moon-world, searching for a life alive.

Dark inside, but light outside;
She's calling everyone who passes her.
Who - but I - can walk at this odd hour,
Searching for his beauty outside.

Beauty - the thing that often charmed me -
Is deep buried under this white oak tree.
Bathed in moonlight, she spread her green-hair,
Like a harlot seducing her rich lover-maker.

She's rich - not with wealth but beauty -
Beauty is wealth that shines too short.
Waking far and long in the moon-light,
I found my beauty, spreading my bed.

Road was long and rocky, but
Hope, that kept my eyes open, took me here.
At every turn of the road I expected her,
To wait for me with her gleaming eyes!

My road stops here and no more journeys,
For I found my lady, ever-young, waiting!
My race is over and I found my crown, but
Eyes around me are leaking, unaware of my success!

My Nights Give Me Lights

In my mind's lonely journeys,
Dreams fly with wings of fantasy.
They take me to lands unexplored,
They adorn me with crowns of emperors.

Life's day, but I love my nights,
If they lead me to my dreamland.
I feel safe; I rule ov'r here.
Who don't want to rule some lands?

The play is on; it must go on.
The light on stage conquers dark lands around.
I belong to the day within my dark nights.
I shine here as a lonely star on sky.

I hate sun, its wild rays and light;
But nights - they make me calm angel.
Beasts within me look for light; but
Me within me desire sacred nights.

Within my nights, I find my lights -
Hope for day, that makes me calm.
I wish for light at dawn of the day;
But my night itself has lights within.

The driver of my engine

I plead dear, not for your presence,
But for your intense absence in me!
For, I know, in your absence
Is my heart fonder to you!

I've not your presence, but your memory
Which is more passionate to the life I have.
You drive my life forward, from distance,
My engine moves on track toward you.

I'm no human, but a machine;
Actions driven by your absence.
You're the driver of my engine,
You're the reason of my feelings.

Feelings - they're strong but sweet;
The remains of your presence.
I own not you, but your absence,
I marry not you, but your absence.

Why I Dream!

They call me dreamy Justin!
Do I call me so?
Why shouldn't they, for
I live in my dreamworld!

Why do they make worlds for them?
They can but dwell in their lands.
So do I make my world,
To live and die in my Land.

I feel safe here, but
I cannot stay here for long!
Life's calling me from outside-
Where's my life - out or in?

Life's calling, you often tell me; but
Where I find it, you never tell me.

Never ending words I need

Writing is nothing;
But expression of my heart deep!
Words flow onto my fingers,
When heart is full with something.

Waiting and waiting for long
I found no muse to sing.
I gather strength to scribble
Knowing it'll bring my muse to me!

I need a heart to feel,
I need a heart to love,
I need a muse to sing,
Can you be my muse?

I have a heart to feel,
I have words to express,
I want someone to listen,
Can you be my listener?

I want to talk a lot,
Till my words fail me!
I have topics to discuss,
Can you hear my words?

Here I begin my words,
You'll see them more.
You'll write in me,
Until my words fail me!

Is there a God to listen,
Then I pray but for words.
Give me nothing but words,
I have feelings to express!


Love,
Justin