Ma'tz.

you're that fifth element
which my sixth sense
fails miserably in every attempt
to discover your scent
for the simple reason
that the streets you walk
are streets no more
but rivers that flow and bent
at the whim of your will
and arm, even finger...
it's troublesome, really,
to discover bits of your trails
when you have the world as your garden
and it's covered in veils
resembling those mystic lores
like myths and tales
from which you're supposed to learn
that it's more about quest then treasure
but be as it may and call me selfish
for wanting you all for myself
that perfect smile, the laugh,
the naked ankle and sun burned skin,
and those treacherous eyes
painted jade that could lose oneself.

I'm not alone on this quest, no,
there are others up on their horses
searching this Earth night and day
for footprints lost in the sand
'coz how can you forget a foot made of silk
knitted by elves long forgotten?
you don't! you hold on to it,
hoping she'll come back again by sea or by land.

despise of the things
they all say about you being gifted,
they are wrong...and not,
maybe because you're more than gifted, you're a gift
and the things you do,
making them feel like toddlers in awe of their candies
while to me, you make my whole universe spill itself,
my existence you tilt and you shift
with that reach of you will,
and arm, even finger...
until things sow themselves to the time's table
the order it's convenient for you
which, to be honest,
never made much sense to me, but then again,
you're not making much sense to my heart either
and the sky still has clouds and the sky it's still blue

although I know this world
won't stop it's spinning for me
I trust that you'll stop me
from spinning this world
'coz I grew quite fond of tracking
the scent of your pace
while searching for markets
where your shadow's being sold.

for a change , I'd like to see you walk,
not in front of me but beside,
your hand searching mine
for I want to taste that smile in it's full beauty
also, it'll  have to be at night
so I can see your whole body glow from the moonlight;
that and a kiss in a place of you choosing,
let's say...my lips, for my epic work and duty.

Dan'ior Lina

don't struggle anymore, just let it fall...

let the night fall heavy on your shoulders

coz' I know for a fact that the marble you're made of

it's even tougher than the ones known as your moulders,

for the marble you're made of is pure and white,

as their hands are full of gold, much as your eyes;

eyes that burn so hot they make the Sun look cold and small. 

through those flames I've seen demons swirls and rise,

as they've seen the sins made by this world and more...

while it falls, the night, pull it over you tight,

cloak yourself into it, let its stars brush off your chicks,

and the moon touch your heart so the moon again be bright

for your soul is sheer light, a safe haven from the blight.

your mouth still draws the best smiles I’ve seen in ages,

watching you smile it's watching roses blooming on your lips,

it's awing and addictive as you're wearing the colour of red wine

and one does not simply drink your wine in little sips.

next time you decide to see the whole world in your hand,

with its flaws, spinning, full of wonders but slow,

don't use a dragonfly's wings and eyes, use your own,

as the wind vowed to give you wings and your eyes already glow.

when you're off again, dancing naked on lost shores of lost lakes,

send me word so I can come and write off that beauty you hold

in your dance with the night as a partner, that and more...

for the night is young, you're full of youth and you are bold!