The Dream

You are the dream that I dreamed last night
You are the tear on my face when I wake
You are still water and you are my thirst
You are the silence when the morning breaks.

You are the tempter who whispers to me
You are the father to whom I confess
You are the icon I kiss when I bring
Each new offering for you to bless.

Love is a mystery, love is a crime
Love is a secret that no one will tell
In the dark church and in silence of dreaming
Love draws the line between heaven and hell.

-Folkerts

Maya

So you see me,
You seem so easy to know.
You'd be enthralling to touch
But you assume too much.

You think you know me,
But truly you don't.
I think I could love you,
But I know that I won't.

Think! Just listen to what you say.
Your argument is your crutch.
Yet you clutch it as if it was everything.
What you assume about them,
You assume about me.
The scary thing is...
You are who I could be.

You seemed so strong to me.
That's why I'm so dissappointed in you.
I looked up and saw you.
So why am I so hurt now?