For one day, they shall see me again.

I am everything.
Sullen and damp beneath an endless light.
I am drifting,
and a cold song cleanses the air,
carresses the violet sky.

I am everywhere,
and the empty night is alive,
a shadow of my endless journey,
a beacon on my endless path.
I am gone,
but the gutting, jabbing, stabbing, piercing, prodding, boundless pain remains,
a silhouette behind the light of my many undreamt dreams.

I am a tourniquet,
a pain to kill the pain,
a bitter to sweeten the bitterness,
a failure to justify the failure,
a force to move the force,
a light to darken the light,
a dream to wake the dreamer,
a song to sing the silence.

I am here,
and the darkness of the night in your hair is the song I sing.

I am the seed unsown,
the plant ungrown.
The sleeper who hears the wind in the wind.

Drapery sinks and
moonlight flows.
The silence thinks,
The silence knows.

Splinters

Bleak, bleak, wasteland,
you sorely miss the gardeners of your past.
Bleak, desolate island,
Spring shalt not come, spring shalt not come.

Scorch the plains, brothers.
And let us march though our feet are broken.
We always trudge on, don't we ?
With or without words

Take your toll and leave,
Thunderstorms pass.

We are the wind in the fractures.

Obscurity

Oh, watch these arrows fly
Through the unlit sky.
Questions you can't see,
The spearheads t'ward me.
Like when the thunder begs the rain,
And the happiness, the pain.
When sunsets fade illuminated paths,
And disguise your silent art.

Then I hear,
Oh ! Am I wrong ?

And I beg approval.
I am a beggar in plain clothes.
And a pauper of the shadows.
A citizen of trepidation,
A valorous fool.

Where the loss wins the blackest bitterness
And craves company,
In the crevisces of what I thought was mine.

Oh ! But in the night, we are all blind.
Without our arrows on fire.

Belief

Reason is a failure this time.
And this is but a smeared fingerprint
Upon the elucidated glass.
I am but a frosted breath
On the windowpane.

Just another dawn
In the myriad.

It's not like this hasn't been done before.
Proclaim such greatness.

How great is this dawn.
Just one in the myriad.

Just one in the myriad of mirages.

Graviora Manent

If you could see where I am,
the burgeoning of your inquisition would fall.

Fade to an intrinsic shade of failure
so familiar to this loss of words.

Or maybe mirrors don't really match moves.

Rising ignorance.
I can't hear what you're saying anymore.

If only you could see where I am.
The burgeoning of my justification would fall.

Irrelevance at its crest.
I'm glad my gradient is gradual.

After all,
heavier things remain.

What It Is

This is a broken day,
With no space for words.
Candles, they dance and
Candles, they laugh in the gloom.

Alone in this room of glass.
Where the chime of the distant bells sing,
they sing,
they sing of the woe in me.
And the subtle melody floats
While I dance with the prance of the flames.

The whistling of the wind I once embraced,
On the way, I sang for you.
The riven paths I've walked,
they strengthened me,
and then they felled me.

And I fell.

But here in this chamber,
With the chandelier of the moon,
I dance with none but my reflection.
When I don't know who I am,
I dance with none but my shadow.

But when I am nothing,
I dance alone.
For you left me here,
cold beside the fire.

And all I remember lies
Frayed, fractured.
But with broken knees,
I run.

Away.