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I wanted You to mold me Like the Sculptor molds the clay I wanted You to touch me With Your consecrated hands I wanted to be Your Maiden Wanted You to be My Knight I Wanted us to dream together an eternal dream Wanted You to lead me to the East Wanted You to take me upon summit of the World I've prayed to the Mother Goddess For the blessing Let us go into the Light Oh, how I wish… Wanted You to be One with Me Oh, how I wish that it could be Not merely a dream

It was fall, Autumnal Equinox time When day and the night are even We were in timeless space Surrounded by the sounds of music Which carried us far, far away To the place not of this world Where only two of our souls dwell Our lips were salty as black olives You were my rock and I was an ivy Longing to twist around you forever I was shivering like a little girl Covered by your kisses while you made love to me I was trying to avoid your eyes One glance could melt me Like the Sun melts the snow And I would be forever lost In your eyes From the moment I have laid my head in your arms Your Heart has found the way There was no

How did you come here Into this the most hidden place in my heart? Why did I open the Gate of my Dreams to you? I'm holding a beautiful cup in my hands, Sitted on the throne in the midst of Sea I'm a queen of the realm... I've poured my Love into this chalice and I gave it to you Drink my love, drink! It is both; the sweetest nectar And bitter poison Let it rush into your veins As I feel the venom of your love Under my skin I'm burning inside from your blood! My Beloved One, Become infatuated with my love As i'm infected with yours What you gave me is a priceless gift Intolerable love's pain And the unbearable happiness.

In my deepest sleep, In my nightmares I see dark waters Calling me Black lake And the trees are alive Drowning me into depth of sorrow Daylight; still surface Reflecting rays of sun Beautiful deep blue lake Swaying swans and flowers Willow trees bowing down Their brunches like hands Reaching for the crystal clear water Thirsty like me craving for your love Here comes the wintertime Lake is frozen White waters are still The mud which was risen Has fall on the bottom All is wrapped in cold snow cloak, But my heart is warm again

My Thoughts Couldn't find the words To tell you what I feel. My thoughts were carried By the golden streams of Heart, My thoughts were so loud That you could hear them. But, it wasn't enough… My thoughts were so loud That you could feel them Deep down under Your skin burnin' My thoughts were so thick That you could spear them With your lance. You could take them out And fill the air in the room My thoughts seemed to be so real That I could cover you with them Like the Veil of illusion covers this world I left You sleeping… Wrapped up in My thoughts, And covered by the Stars

when carribbean sun scorches into my skin tattooes I had drawn in my mind on my body I count all the ways you make me feel now counting summers past like knots on ropes in the port the ferrys on their way to Paradise Island people resembling people resembling you shallow loves have faded like shallow water, the white jamaican beach you close your eyes and you just try to catch your breath before life sends another wave to break you you can as well hold your breath and go down that scary waterslide cause you have no control anyway and the road will take you just where you need to go be it far from me I wish you good luck saili

A is for Absinthe - This year was colored green, that's for sure, and the fairy followed me in its many forms - the drink, the perfume, stories and music. From the streets of old Vienna to the empty streets of Venice, looking for absinthe was a quest. It was more that that. It was a search for beauty and truth, and my private revolution. B is for Bicycle - I went through a whole spectrum of emotions riding my bike this year. From the feeling of pure bliss and newly acquired freedom after moving back to Zagreb, to the most difficult moments in my life after I decided to move back home. My favorite bicycle memory: riding to the beach in Octobe

We breathe differently in November when the knives are sharp again and wandering through the dirty mist of our spilled dreams we wake and beauty collapses. My faith in shimmery scarlet unleashed escapes me with a scent of hemlock on her hair leaving footprints of mud in the hallways of your Harvest King. Too frail to reclaim the season of cold wind the Sun God sleeps yet you weld me still into fine madness and I have no choice but to search for pieces of me among one hundred iron cranes rusty then dark cherubs fell. How can you by the light of the Evening Star denounce the change of seasons the change of hearts, of minds?

You told me I was here before to say goodbye to all things eternal exchanged the holy water for tears and heaps of dry cherry blossoms for forgotten letters, symbols deceiving, obscure skinmarks, forbidden poems And yes, I traded the crystalline plane of aether for the colored glass in a form of the grail to be betrayed and lied to and taken to the edge of the lake of ashes, of landscapes filled with burning crosses, good oak trees for our funeral pyre, our gods' hymns aflame But you were wrong. Those were not tears but the snow that once fell on my soul and then melted through my eyelids heavy with the Roman sun as I vowe