Good Night...

Two strands of golden hair,
Fought to say good night...
To her emerald black eyes

Her soft hands caught them,
And put them to bed,
Behind her elvish ears.

Smiling with closed eyes,
She covered herself with,
The blanket of stars.

And slowly drifted off to the,
Land of beautiful flowers.
Land of chirping birds.
Land of her own.

The Craving

Somewhere on the other side..
Is my way to redemption.
Craving for more,
I walk...

By fear and hunger..
I live everyday.
Craving for more,
I breath...

Nor dreams of ecstasy.
Nor pain of old wounds.
Craving for more,
I live...