I’m moving arms that don’t feel like mine
and speaking words that don’t sound like me.
It’s a new season,
the changing colors whispering memories
of a new sky above the trees.

You believe every word you hear,
that every second is a representation of the next.
Inherent beliefs of permanence
and perseverance
permeate your existence
like nothing else matters but next year.
But what about tomorrow?
What about today?
You weep for a memory
yet you say that next year will come
so rest your eyes once more.
And you will weep and you will weep
and no matter the years that pass
you will still find tears in your eyes
because it will be a day
just like all the others are days too.

Golden fires ember
and in this place I surrender.
I surrender to it all,
to nature’s promise
which melts on my skin,
to the silence
filled with symphonies
in every half-beat,
to the silver river
lined with glass memories
streaming behind me.
My land,
my sanctuary,
my garden
watered until the fruits of its existence
have bared,
until I’m nothing more than a
than a pair of eyes,
poised only to taste the breeze.

I lock my door,
and I light the match,
I sip my tea
as books turn to ash.
I hear the shouts,
claws reap my mind,
but I sip my tea
as the embers shine.
Light fills the room,
it’s reflected in my eyes,
agony knocks at the door
with the spread of lies.
Thoughts of silence,
my minds only keep,
the flames drown the pain -
can I finally go to sleep?

My skin turns soft
and my heart finds its cage,
but my fingers grow numb
as my heart starts to rage.
It burns
and it yells,
it’s found it own hell,
and when time starts to settle
it drowns in its cell.

In my nightmares
you gleam,
and I bleed at the seams.
I don’t hear my screaming
with your voice in my dreams.
A melody
I fear,
yet ache to hear -
I drop to my knees
as your song hits my ears.