I FOUND a phrase for thought
I only had but one;
And that defines me -
On this walk to the Sun.

To the Demons lurking in the dark -
What genesis would begin?
Would light the sky with fireflies?
And find our night within?

I ASKED God no other thing,
For no other was denied.
I offered a Soul for it;
The priest of God smiled.

“Soul?” He Asked,
Without an eye turned my way;
“But madam, there is no Soul -
Away from God today.”

MADNESS divine, is this weary night;
To the faintest eyes -
Shimmers the darkest sadness.
‘Tis is the dreary eve,
Where Darkness prevails;
Alas - you are sane.
Death is a prison,
Handled with a chain.

In the distance; was a swan's song
    Then - it was gone.

In the distance; was the mist of dawn
    Then - it was gone.

Towards the distance I ran; To live on,
    Thus - I must press on.

In the distance; was Temptation drawn,
    Then - it was gone.

There is a divine light in thine -
Under a Lover’s seas;
Where the oceans sing this rhyme,
To burden a Threshold.

Spill me the symphonies
Of the forgotten man’s wake -
For a lone man’s Threshold,
Is home to Sorrow’s stake.

Beckoning, questioning,
Along paths of sand laden,
Laid the days of reckoning -
For Love's ocean horizon.

Those Summer hills beckon again,
For the man lost in Time -
In the meadows of eternity,
Distraught in Sorrow sublime.

The days of glorious chore,
Fall dead to the rays of their light -
And wash upon a ****** shore,
Next to the broken shadows of the night.

There; in the horizon of the furthest state,
    Speaks the death of the Holy Gate;
No roads lead to the desert of wonder,
    Except for the mirage just yonder,
In the eyes of this humble crystal tear -
    So these misfortunes may lowly appear -
To march the band out of it’s bay,
    For a sound was not made - on the dying day.