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.