Dreamland

She sleeps at midnight
without a care in the world
refined and unconfined
with all the noughts and crosses
of the worlds unjust losses

She dreams at dawn
with her arms outstreched wide
until her eyes open
and the lines are spoken
of the unfairness that surrounds
all journeys abound
out at the point

She slumbers in the morning
with her thoughts in her head
unabashed and tormented
but a level head full of senses
of what is right and fair
to offer an outreached hand to care

the student

like a buttercup

Like a buttercup
cupped in my arms
like a delicate piece of string
entwined next to me

The warmth of a bosom
breathing so slow
silence and peace
pervades throughout

Holding her close
eyes adrift
embrace and behold
that morning gift

the student

a love so pure

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A love so pure

is strange

to a mature

and sophisticated world

too innocent

to one who is up to all the dodges

too magical

for daily lifes banality

too deep

that it could be understood

a love so pure

is rare

but despite all doubts

that flooded my heart

it simply happend

to me