My Delirium

The way you make me feel

when I get lost in your eyes

is better than heroin and speed

the way you make me tremble

when you touch me gently

in all the right places

is better than mountains of gold

the way you love me

when love is the only thing needed

can only mean that

you are my delirium

Be true to yourself

What is true at six
is true at twelve
is true at 25
is still true at 60
so find your inner child
to dream and fly
with who you
raelly are.

Nearly Dreaming

On your way to sleep

you drift along

an endless corridoor

with many doors

each door wants you

to enter

all are attractive

and offer different

avenues of sleep

you choose a door

and at times

just before you go in

you fall down a hole

but never, ever do you

hit bottom, some say

that when you do

you die, but

you end up back in the corridoor

drifting past more doors

this time you make it in

and the dream begins

no

has already begun.