Prayer -Theme 3-As I lay in the peaceful silence at nightI feel this cracked, bruised heart breakingand I pray for the miracle of dawn,when the possibilities of life aren't as real.The horizon remains slowly unyieldinguntil the first light of another lonely sunrisepeaks up over the distant hills.One night, I dreamed of a black abyssand from deep within the depthsof that unforgiving, black ocean of nothingnessI heard your voice calling out to me.So as I lay here on another night of solitudeI send this lonely, faded prayer to the skyin hopes that it may someday reach you."Please, return to me again soon."
Lullaby -Theme 2-Here in my abandoned, desolate prison,my voice echoes infinitely as I cry out in despair.This sorrowful melody which speaks of emptiness,this is my personal lullaby,unheard and unsung through the ages.Lost within my deserted hell,salvation, sanctuary, and safety are all wordswhose utterance bears no meaning.Time marches on and leaves casualties in its wakeand for them, and for my own sake,I sing this song of unheard prayers.Still, the hands of the clock continuein a pace and rhythm as unending as my misery-as unyielding and unforgiving as the sunwhich shines upon the barren desert of my heart.It wasn't so long ago, now,when the darkness was still a stranger to me,but when faced with the unlikely wish I hold inside,the reality of the situation is in sharp focusand it hurts more and more deeply with every cut.If I allow myself to be fooled by the false promiseswhich this world offers up so freely,then I know we will meet again one dayand together we will sing the m
Memories -Theme 1-A light shines on in the darkness-a memory of a bright past, flickered to life.As I lay buried for so long here,in the false tranquility of this endless scenery,a soft voice calls to me from across the void."Wake up!"Through day and night, light and darkness,the stars sing lullabies of love and loss to meand in the blink of an eye, I have forgotten:Who is this person I have become?Truth, falsehood - falsehood, truth-the gravity of the situationhas been lost to the tides of verbal dictation.Like lilting shadows under the light of the stars,the memories of that life slip through my graspand I feel myself surrendering to this unbiased fate.With one hand outstretched before me,I reach out to capture the things that I once knew,but like wisps of smoke,they vanish through my fingers before I can touch them.It is an effort as futileas trying to catch the moonlight.Companionship, love, togetherness, peace-the words are thrown about so oftenthat their meaning has been du
Silver Sea of DestinySilver Sea of Destiny 1/26/15So I wished to take her away from those golden fields.And bring her to the silver sea of destiny.Would she let me comfort her?Would she allow me to dry her tears?She reluctantly agreed to my heartfelt plea.And I whisked her away hoping to keep her pain at bay.We arrived on the shore and the silver moon was smiling.I knew deep down this would not be easy.But nothing worthwhile ever is.I embraced her tightly for I had no words.Her will was broken and her golden hair was in shambles.How could I fix what the world had done?How could I erase the damage incurred?So we sat on the beach and watched the ocean.And we talked of the past and the hurt that transpired.I held her hand and prayed for relief.She opened up and the floodgates appeared.I took my chance and showed my heart.I could not stand by and watch her suffer,I knew this place healed many before.Would it be enough to be her cure?The rising sun was ever closer.I listened intentl
Un tesoro escondidoManuel estaba tranquilamente recostado en el sillón cuando la entrada se abrió de golpe, haciendo que se parase de un brinco y viera al argentino con una tremenda sonrisa en la cara y respirando agitado.-¡Che, te tengo un juego!Y así empezó su “calvario”.Al chileno no le desagradaba su vecino, simplemente lo detestaba sutilmente y lo escondía en aquellas invitaciones para ver el partido juntos, donde casi siempre terminaba él perdiendo. Pero a pesar de eso lo hacía porque, como vecinos, Manuel sentía que en algo debían compartir, ya que en una cita, en un spa o incluso en una cama (invitaciones de Martín) él jamás aceptaría.-¿No estaí grandecito?-Pibito, es un juego regroso como yo, vite. Te cuento.-Pero no vei que estoy ocupa'o.Martín dio un vistazo por aquella habitación donde la tele estaba apagada y solo veía a un chileno recostado en lo largo del sillón.Con un bu
my seasonsto me,you were spring,a bird taking to wing,new life, hope, love,the best friend i could think of.you were summer,a flower to discover,beauty, sweet scent on the air,so much more than curly hair.you were autumn,a voice nearly forgotten,though still present in colour,yellows, reds, warm as a lover.you were wintera fire died down to a cinder,and there it will linger,until, maybe, possibly, we talk, add tinder.
The Weight of YouI want to feel your weightpress against meuntil my ribs begin to crack.I need assuranceof the reality of yoursolidness.Fearfully I wait for youto dissolve through myfingertips like a lifting fog.So I crave to be crushedbeneath you until the veryair escapes my lungsand I struggle to draw breath.I will know then thatyou are living fleshand not some phantom dreambut something which I cansink my teeth into,grasp within my handswithout fear of findingnothing but empty space.
TimeTimeAnd on that night the bite remainedForever lost to time.The others around him aged and witheredAnd he nearly lost his mind.The day his dragon spokeThat day was so divineHe told the man of eternal lifeThe man began to cry.He thanked the dragon for the lifeBut his dragon spoke againTelling the man o’ thineThat if they wishedTheir bodies could turn to ashOr stone if he wished to be remembered.As the man with eternal line.They flew up highthen the man asked if they could die?The dragon looked back to confirm the actA soft smile on the man’s faceTold the dragon that the had enough of life.With a heavy sigh and a light growl their bodiesWere lost to time.ending 1 above. Continuation below.They joined their friends in Valhalla on that nightWelcomed and handed wine.And even in death he took a breathWhen they flew up so very highBecause even in deathHiccup and Toothless couldn’t be separated by the passingTime.
Sea Changeout of the endless depthsit rises to the surface –an offering of sorts,a promise:my heart swept to shore;shipwrecked sea change.
Just Not TodaySo much turmoiland so much pain;this love is likewalking in the rain.I dreamt that youfinally looked my way.You will love me-just not today.