A Confectionery

Here are my thoughts. I've arranged them in a stack for you. You wanted to sift through them, didn't you? You wanted to remove all that seemed queer to you, didn't you?  You wanted me to be like you, robotic and cloned, like everyone else is, didn't you? Here, let me hand the stack to you. Oops! It slipped right through your fingers, like a grain of sand. That's how you think I am, don't you? That one grain of sand that wasn't meant to slip, which was meant to stay in the confines of your horrid thoughts for eternity. Oh, how I feel sorry for you. But here, let me hand you this envelope. Inside it you will find the most important secret that you need to know. You will know, that it does not matter who I choose to love. You will know, what matters is, that I love.

Am I Just another one   Of those fleeting fantasies Or The only dream   That is here to stay? Tell me. For I could Drive away darkness Or Make light shun you. I could Make you soar among the clouds Or Bring you down with a stroke of thunder. I could Give you hope about your future Or Make you dread tomorrow. I could Swell your heart with love Or Crush it into a million pieces Tell me What am I to you?

the sunset hues spilled out like smeared paint on a canvas abstract, yet breathtakingly beautiful the quiet stream flowed unruffled not a care about the world ever-drifting, yet vigorous, and invigorating the old trees, unknowingly swayed to the gentle music of the breeze oh, so wise, yet seemingly young and on the pacific earth, they sat hand in hand, hearts soaring bathed in the light of their love for when they were together even the sun halted to catch a glimpse and the brisk stream slowed down the trees stood in awe and the winds sighed in praise together, they made the most beautiful masterpiece where the sun lent it glorious hues and the stream lent its tranquillity the trees lent their shade and the wind; it stood still.