A world beyond the word's

The crying star's...

The broken wings butterfly
The voice of the lost nightingale
Tears from the painting
The eye's of the blue sky
Fading into the landscape..

The broken wings butterfly
What make's the past?
Memories or broken dream's?
The nights are laughing, long, lasting and endless in star's.
But now the unique butterfly is trapped between a rock and ragging wave's.

I am lost...
Someone find me!!!
I am wondering in the wilderness inside my frozen heart.
love one brake the wall's that cage my soul, in solitude and solitary confinement.

Once upon a time......
In my illusion, I was a Knight, blazing in a glory of light, just protecting my princess in the Ivory tower.
But now she is fading from me like the last remnant's of the crimson sun.
Oh, nightingale, where is thine melody? If you could just listen you would hear the voice calling from inside, still cannot find a place to hide.

What make's a man mortal?
He was born to die, he will fall into love and he will eventually be broken like glass.
Angle of the morning, you have let me go, leaving me in a forest of everlasting snow.
Where is love?

Beyond the blue skies, where the sky smile with a crimson glow.
"I will always love you" but I have to say "Goodbye"
When we were together the angel's cried, now the landscape is watching with watery eye's.
You memories will always be apart of me, but butterfly of the evening I beseech thee just fly, in to the arm's of your new lover. I will just keep watching the butterfly of kiss with watery eye's.

A:N I will update the other poem's shortly...

The voice of the lost nightingale
The forest was endless having an abundance in tress and flowers, stretching across the plains like the morning sunrise.
I was a wanderer, lost in the maze of life, traveling to find love, don't know how I will survive.
A day turned in week's and week's turned in year's and still I was a dreamer, guided by the sleeping star's, they were my compass, in this sorrowful war.
The storm's of life broke my soul, the wind of change's were blowing wild and free but still the pain Hurt's, when you leave me.

"Why" I asked myself a thousand time became we fall into love so deep and you leave me dead wrapped in sheet's.
I was the star's in your dark sky, I was the reason you close your eye's, I was the reason why the light burn in your eye's.
If you asked I would do anything for you, just to see you smile, I would sail through the hostile storm's.
Because I know we had a destiny, but I was blinded by love so I couldn't see.

The nightingale was fleeing from me but I was so deep in love, I didn't want to make you fly.
But love was out of your eye's and the sight bring the cloud's to tears, who was gray wondering through the year's.
I accepted you flaws and didn't abuse you emotions but I was wrong to be another knight still lost in darkness searching for the light.
Eye's of love let me go I am still young but do you want water from the stone?

Oh, nightingale, I miss your voice when I was listing to you my heart was taken to paradise.
I love you and it being me to tear's, don't close the door, my wing's will be broken.
I hope you always smile and keeping souring in the sky.
I will always be here watching you from inside the willow tree with water in my eye's.

Tear's from the painting
Your eye's were royal blue the heart of the shy.
Your mountain had snow top where the bird's cry.
Your river's were running into the calling sea.
I love you painting became your shrouded in mystery.

The flock of bird's are flying over the forest of tree's, they are living my dream, just believe me.
The green tree's are all tick, tall and towering over the rose bed that stretches across the hill like a certain.
The white rose reminds the painting of the tear's he cry, late in the summer deep in July.
The enchanting evening sky bring the crimson sunset into tear's and unseen sight fading through the year's.

I was the writer your were the artist but somehow our love got lost in time.
The tear's running from the painting couldn't be mine but I was lying just listing to time heart beat.
All I ever wanted was to sour with you into the eye's of the blue sky but you broke the painting and watch another dream dies.
If I could turned the ocean in to the sand? Would you love me? But in this fantasy called love I was the letter in the bottle drowning out at sea.

The moonlight forgot to shine tonight.
The star's are in weeping became the painting was toast into the sea.
Sinking to the bottom of the sea, trying to see but darkness close the eye's of love.
Looking back over the year's the painting shed some tear's, wondering where you are lost with out your ink and paintbrush.

Tear's from the blue sky