My darling sails away...

Oh my darling, she sails away to the sea,

I think its not her spirit that drives her away but me.

On her feelings and soul I used to feast,

To fuel my transformations from man to beast.

About  my ambition and future I always made a fuss,

never could see the dreams she had about us.

My thoughts and dreams were only about me

Even the day she left only my pain I could see.

Oh my darling she sails away to the sea,

I think its not her spirit that drives her away but me.

The first time I saw her it was morning or maybe noon,

she was strolling somewhere listening to some tune.

Over time I saw her in some path or way, 

my eyes turned away but my heart choose to stay.

In some sense she was very normal and plain,

 but why I fell for her is something I can't explain.

In a matter of time me become we,

And from each other's eyes the world we started to see.

oh my darling, she sails away to the sea,

I think its not her spirit that drives her away but me.

But the leaves of live started to whither,

 and the sleeping snakes in my mind started to slither.

Talk became just words and love started to bind,

in her that plain girl my heart could no longer find.

From our eyes not love but blood started to flow,

Why her feelings were becoming my obstacles I do not know

I wanted her close when she was far away, 

but when she is close I  want her out of my way.

Oh my darling, she sails away to the sea,

I think its not her spirit that drives her away but me.

Let me ride .....

Let the reins of my horses cut free,

and they ride dreaming the world they see.

Let not the weight of men hold them any more,

nor shall their fears of sea or shore.

No purpose to complete no destination to go,

with free will I ride swift and slow.

Beyond the horizon I ride with my kin,

with the sun by my side and the wind brushing my skin.

Want in my stride and freedom in my veins,

my body bruises but feels no pain.

Burying my past and forgetting my future I ride,

neither man nor god I am on no one's side.

Free Wolves

Wolves of my life flying free at night,

howling their pain which still stays tight.

Together in the wild they hunt for prey,

but kill their own if out the pack they sway.

In the wilderness only on each other they rely,

but after the hunt solo they prefer to fly.

commitments and feelings they want to stay away,

but they dont know why to social contact at night they give way.

why this feeling is a thought that hurts when they feel,

the more they run away the less the wound heals.

they strengthen the feeling without understanding it,

and a feeling of brotherhood starts to evolve bit by bit.

Eventually they start to connect during the day,

but not realize that at a night they are now the prey.