Rest

I read somewhere that the sense of smell is one of the most important ones we have (and apparently we have more than five)

I agree...

Yesterday For a While:

Yesterday for a while

Your head rested on my chest

For a while, my nose

Got buried in your hair

And I travelled within a breath

To continents anew

Where flowers caress

The sun as it sets

Where the moon bathes

In the morning dew

Where spring and summer

Hold both my hands

As I cross fields

Of calm and repose

There for a minute

I also smelled you

I breathed you in...

And i was back in my room

Smiling, humming

A slow and warm tune...

Then I put my dry lips

On your silky damp mane

And woke you with a ruffle

To send you home again

Yesterday for a while

Your head rested my chest...

Sense

Tired and in pain... And quite sad

Do things have to make sense for it to get better?

When the question is as horrible as the answer, should one risk it anyway?

When the answer is simple, how complicated is the question?

Tired and in pain... Things aren't making any sense...

For a crown:

For a want

For a wand

A doppelgänger shall be found

In my hurry

I found a crown

That i have to smash down

Names and titles

And achievements may abound

When pride is primal

We are in the wrong

For i am

For my love

An instigator and a bore

A lost musician

With no sound

A zealous singer with no encore

Names and words

They are sharp as swords

When love is at stake

Should we be keeping score?