My Gift To You

My Gift to You

Can you steal the golden dust

from a fairy's wing?

Can you catch a cloud

with your bare hands?

Can you change the color of a blue jay?

Can you take the moon

and pin it down?

Can you touch the wind

that passes lonely

on a stormy winter afternoon?

Can you dip your hand in a mountain stream and

touch the same water as you touched moments before?

Can you change the colors of the rainbow?

Can you change the day that you were born?

Things out there happen for a reason;

some may seem outrageous, others dull;

life is just a million things together;

things that you don't always understand.

You can speak a hundred thousand languages;

you can learn to walk across the sky;

you can fly as high as the archangels,

and live within a castle made of sand.

Open your eyes to the storm

if you see it coming;

embrace the stars that shine

 in the dark;

believe the world

is just a little nut shell

that you can keep warm

right in your hand.

Go forward

through the desert,

through the ocean;

go steal the bravest

black horse from a knight;

capture the aroma of the meadows,

ask the thorn bird for a rose

and paint it white.

Follow the path

from the smoke of that fire,

that burns still and quiet in the night;

feel the warmth of that skin

that smells like spices;

kiss his sweet, wild kiss

and steal his heart.

When morning breaks

stay so silent,

that you can only hear his beating heart;

take his hand,

wherever it might take you,

and trade a sultan's palace

for a lamp.

I have to leave,

my gift to you

is this story,

so full of magic and a spell;

just read it to yourself

when you feel lonely;

look inside your soul

and I'll be there.

Nymph

You are welcome to watch,

don't hide...

I am not an illusion;

I am a woman,

daughter of rivers and springs.

My water is yours to drink

so drink a plenty, Son of Hermes.

My body sings Aphrodite's lullaby

and I delight you

and soothe you.

Don't run away,

for my youth is ripened;

I am forbidden fruit

for you to taste.

Take me to the nearest bank

and adorn my hair with flowers;

let my kiss drizzle you with pleasure.

My doors are open

for you to enter;

my hands are morning dew

down your back and through your hair.

Ride through my meadows;

my time is yours to take.

Look at me, my sun,

I am as subtle as the wind;

I am the whisper of Athena;

I am the flame to light your dreams.