Tunnel of Stars

In the frozen air,
my shadow in another world.

Am I still beautiful, still strong, still wrong ?

Are you the dust on the roads,
in the sky,
in my eyes ?

Are you the blood in the sun,
the tears of the night, cold night ?

Are you free,
can you free me ?

Break in the flow,
anchor,
beautiful dream,
forlorn ember,
binding heart,
blinding light,
broken fight,
river,

will you sing me to sleep ?

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.

Winter's Dirge

The thrush sings its tale of sorrow,
leafless branch,
lifeless tree.
A shadow upon the snow,
shivers, quivers, withers,
as we.
As we do.

The faint sunlight screams,
Wake ! you slumbering eyes.
Heavy the sword,
heavier the cross.

The burden falls !
Unveil the curtain.
Fall upon these cold instruments,
fall, this melody.

Drift into a different sea,
And the sunlight gleams at me.
And oh ! I flow, watch ! I flow.
As the sun softly melts the snow.

In a long time,
it's the first time.

Selfspun Ropes

I promise I'm not lying.

Proclaim yourself free
But your freedom binds you.
The truth will end your garnished reason.
Reeking lies, falling further.

Like the beat of a clock.

And you wouldn't even know.

What do you feel tonight ?

Crimson and Amber

Imagine a swelling night
A night swelling into
Crimson and amber
The beaming rays of the eversmiling.

Dancing with the dust
On the golden pathway
From me unto you
Is the unchanging
Unlike the crimson and the amber leaves.

And howling beneath the moon
Is a longing to be there
Shining and shining upon

With You, Almighty Source of Love,
And with you, love.

Upon this amber shore
While crimson tinges our skin
And our hearts,
Our heart.

We are dancing with the golden dust.

This is what happens after goodnight.

Fresh stains before midnight.
A silence that I can see.
There is no door.
Or maybe no light.

Waves

I cannot see the sound
But I can hear you
This is it.

Black tar to black sky
The rain
Rain upon me.

Can you see the sound ?
I am finally sinking
And I will not drown again.

Oh, Portia, you were not blind.

Flowing in my mind
Your words are anchors
And I am the sail.
Not the wind.

Vast are you
Horizon in your voice
Sinking
Sinking before the beyond.

I'll begin
For tomorrow I will journey
An entire scene
Beneath the radiance
Unto yours.

For you will hold all I could not have
But had
Through the sighs
You whispered before you shut your eyes
And cradled the arcane within me
Without the knowledge

Of anything except this.

Yestertime

Today I seek,
And find naught but gaps bridged with hay.
Broken vibes with empty treasures.

Walking back
On no path at all,
Swimming on land,
Just to grow up with you.

Imay but once.
For I fear tomorrow
I will walk with the shadows once beautiful.

If you have gone,
I will go.
But if you remember,

We were once an army and a soldier.
Once a war and often a battle.

This is not what I thought it would be.

Damp floors upon which my footsteps fall.
Will I crawl into the light ?
Those fleeting moments of comfort,
I call a call to be heard.

Tho you are gone I still walk with you.

Though you are not here,
I still look for you.
In the embers of the blaze that shook me
And took me to your voice.

And your voice that held me so close to the silence between your words,
It was in the nothingness I'd hope to hear you say what you could not.

Now it is time for you to hear me
In the entirety of the flaws
Inscribed
In my silence.

Where I hear your voice and long for the silence
That could tell me what I wanted to hear.

Picture We Leave

Dreams like
chalk to citadels,
light to beauty.
These orange skies above me
and your hand in mine.
The castles of our youth
we sit in their meadows.
Glimmer in the seas,
I see in your eyes.
Shadow of the stars,
I see in your hair.
Beauty of beauties,
I see in you.

There's no-one here now.
And I can only smell your fragrance,
it brings me to the fields you stand in.
And I can only feel your charm,
it takes me to the realm of your love.

Our paths intertwined
like the storm and the rain.
But we are the calm and the drops
of water,
upon your crimson lips,
I stand a chance.

For now we return,
though I wished we could stay.
To the embers and to the
burning scars of loss.

Look ! There's an empty house but the lights are on.

Lay lines crossing this clock,
and intense colours upon this wall.
Wings here, and we'll fly.
A chair in the corner,
and a light.
To shine through the darkest nights
before your words soar like daggers
hunting my song.


And still I remain sitting by the fire,
care to join me ?