A Stranger
Who knew my soul
So many nights I've seen you
Inside my dreams
How can you tell my soul is mourning?
How do you know I'M turn into pieces?
You've never seen me and you know my heart
The other night I dreamed of you
A Stranger who knows me...
You hold my hand and kiss my wounds
You give me smiles and tender words
You've ask me nothing- but then you knew
Just like a child in search of love
This dream of hope- and there was you
Waving at me- in need of help
Running towards me, with a soft embrace
In just one dream, you knew my world
And all the white walls
Within my soul.
copyright 2008 Magicrystal
PS..
Level 2
(Kissing Woman.
Level 2
(Kissing Woman.
Good vibes off this poem...good one magic....and that little ani is pretty cool.
Posted by: none | 06/25/2008 at 08:24 PM
Yay!!!! she is so cool!!.. but I'm not sure about the words.. do you understand the language in poetry! it means many things!! many!1
But .. anyhow! it's my Magic..lol
Mx
Posted by: Magicrystal | 06/25/2008 at 08:35 PM
as well as my poetry can be (means many things)
Posted by: none | 06/25/2008 at 08:53 PM
Merci... so where's the Corona?? hehehe! LOL
Poetry in Motion... right!! . gracias
Mxxx
Posted by: Magicrystal | 06/25/2008 at 08:56 PM
There's some left! ;-)
Posted by: none | 06/26/2008 at 06:04 AM
Dreaming is also live, It is a kind of projection on your expectations. Time to time dreams come in the real life. Beautiful words and great sensivity.
Posted by: Sergio | 06/26/2008 at 01:16 PM
sometimes walls are higth,
sometimes walls are white
stranger, in the darkest places of your soul, I'm too
whithin your soul is my secret palace
Posted by: PrincessK DJ | 06/26/2008 at 04:34 PM
[this is good]
The Coronas? or your beer?
silly kid~~
Mg..xx
Posted by: Magicrystal | 06/26/2008 at 05:17 PM
[this is good]
sometimes walls are higth,
sometimes walls are white
stranger, in the darkest places of your soul, I'm too
whithin your soul is my secret palace...The Secret Place.
Kizzes.. Princes on the chicky!!
Love those words...make so happy and so mellow!1
Mg xoxoxo
Posted by: Magicrystal | 06/26/2008 at 05:42 PM
Kid? yeah right...
Posted by: none | 06/26/2008 at 06:21 PM
Silly one~
Posted by: Magicrystal | 06/26/2008 at 06:46 PM
Sergito.. poetry is like a book... if you read so much into it becomes many things.SO here I go again..cherish this one.. It's poetry and no expectations!
but.. then again...
A book has many pages.. and many meanings..of life, that includes love and all the expectations..
Sergito.. where are those Gorgeous Flowers I need for my words..
bisous..Mxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx0000000000
Posted by: Magicrystal | 06/27/2008 at 03:20 AM
Sergito...When love comes it owns all the expectations we are sensitive about.. since I feel it's love...Love brings us mysery and pain, I guess I never be the same...since I felt 4 you..this song is from Nina Simone..I posted.it's so unique..and it's so sad, I'm in love with love..
Magic
xxx
Posted by: Magicrystal | 06/27/2008 at 03:22 AM
Being in love with love cannot be bring you any pain or misery my Magic. Only positives things could happen on this milkyway. Sergio
Posted by: Sergio | 06/27/2008 at 11:18 PM
Merci..... Sergito.. you are such a loving person.. and an angel.. Bravo!! love those words..!
Bisous!
Mxxx
Posted by: Magicrystal | 06/27/2008 at 11:21 PM