dreams under the sun.



a gift unwrapped by flames,

is a set in motion, to the break of dawn.

a light to believe and see in the reality.



the great heaven is a must to protect after and before the storm.

how is one to believe in magic if dreams belong to the night.



I long for the start of tomorrow, let the flames begin.

let my wings take flight and be colored by the blue sky, to the green ocean, and fuming sun.

allow my epic tale show, give me the the coat that I dream of that gives me courage as a knight who wears armor. turn my tears in starry glass embers of rainbows. my type of magic is a warlocks and wizards bind for the way beknown. let my heart be the blade of all my power to exhale my great glory.



clearing my thoughts gives me new ideas as by sky, my flight pattern is the hurricane of passion.

my guilt melts in to a philosophy, yet a lesson to be myself through tired eyes and broken spirits and rejected ideas the flew from a half broken childhood.



let me be me without worry, oh great sun.