What was never there can never be found
What never was can never be.
Let the discordant hollow silence resound.
And be lulled into false sense of harmony.

Voids within and veiled imagination
But in this, no, not naive.
Not taken by presented illusion
Perceived success in trying to deceive.

A windowless room obscures the darkness
In which fathomless depths of affliction lie.
Still waters run deeper hunting the helpless
That in said charm’s captivity die.

No light can reach a windowless room
Nor can bright things inside it bloom

Within a heart of darkness dwells
Just insensitivity. And a disconnected emotion.

The one inspired
By imaginary song of trees
The one who desired
To grasp the melody on the breeze  

Within, the dark - uninspired
Without, inward flows the light

Beyond inner veil of grey
Waits another dawn
Shines a bright new day
To the other edge of the sky
To the heights of the sea
To the other side of life
“I can hear it calling to me”

Imaginary made real
Has it gone right?
Old scars’ time to heal
“Let’s leave at first light.”

Within is the night - a heartfelt sigh
Without is the dawn - the last paragon

Beyond the edge of sky
Singing on the breeze
It dances there nearby
Where the universe greets the sea
In the depth of time
At another journey’s end
This time it sings to me
“Here it all begins”