You spoke to her in hidden dreams...and smiled at her through open doors. She felt your secret love surround her at times. And while alone she felt your breath heartbeat and more... Serenity of hers is never-ending soothing....it leads lures calls you... Ah timeless burning flame.. Her kiss is ocean salty water you drink and thirst increases...you long and pray for more...

I write letters to you that youll never see.

In the old days when travelers would get lost they would follow the stars and I love that idea. I wish that I could rely on something as simple and magnificent as a star for all of my aching questions.

There is a place so pure and true beyond your deep and restless thoughts youll find an imaginative longitude for dear shelter completely lost in time... Its made of love of magic dreams where you can be yourself and free... Where roses of white and scarlet bloom...tranquility waves kissing shore... A place youll never want to leave a place for dreamers to believe... So spread the wings and let your soul fly up high and reach your castle in the sky...

He looked at me that first day like he had just found something hed lost a thousand years ago.

Passion is the desire to do something with fervor. It is the certainty that one is going to accomplish their dreams.

Happiness is to capture the images of our dreams in the morning dew and the smile of the sun.

When you forget what you ultimately stand for you rejoice in blinding ignorance. Missing the bigger picture for the near pleasure is what humans and all living beings stand for. I guess there is no alternate way either. Because it is after all a game that all are destined to play until they end up dead.

There are people who will always doubt you and you have to live with it. It only gets a lot worse when you have to die with it

Dreams begin when you stop to pick up the penny - you realize the continual effort you must endure to have something worth obtaining.