Echoes and currents of thoughts and ideas, of dreams that died and words left unsaid.
The regrets that haunt my sleep and rattle around inside my head.
Ephemeral currents of sadness too deep, of happiness unknown, and this anger I keep.
It’s like a ghost on my shoulder, the demon that speaks, it provides unspeakable inspiration, yet the cost is too steep.
The exile is lonely, the wanderer is cold, I stumble through this night, and all I want…
All I want is a home.
I walked into the sound, cold lapping out my feet and silence all around.
I walked into the sound, it’s about at my waist now, my problems back at shore and silence all around as I walked that misty morn out into the sound.
The water calm, my heart is still, the sound surrounds, the waves above me now.
All I am is silence deep within the sound, no problems, no worries, my weight is back at shore.
I hope, those that knew me, might forgive me once more.
Falling in to place pieces of pristine palaces parade down paradise lane.
The garden gathers grotesquely the rotten ripe fruit of of fallen forsaken fathers as morose mothers meander down the forgotten few road.
Children cry carelessly while carrying on without care and the garden gathers further.
Carrying burdens draped in cloth while those seen as burdens gather around, bound for the field of standing stones and burning pits the pristine palaces parade down paradise lane, a lane that no longer has a name as all fall to nothing.