Maybe the day
When I open my eyes
And the crumbled world
Rests beneath the skies
I'll see you.

Maybe the moment
When I speak your name
The distance closes
And you do the same
I'll know you.

Maybe the season
That breathes life anew
Breeds and blooms
And brings forth the dew
It leads to you.

Maybe the era
When time is bygone
No more twilight
And no more dawn
I'll remember you.

...Maybe the hope
That still burns true
Will let me look in those eyes
of Cerulean Blue.

Spiral
Through the swirling drink
The night paints the ocean dark
Like the void
Of sand and stars

Lost
Nocturnal shards of love
falling softly upon the sea
Singing a silent melody
Fading into dawn

Jade
The vast ocean
Like lush brilliance
Of forest fresh
Brimming with life

June
The world divine
The summer shade
Balmy life anew
Tail of my mermaid true

Dead of night
Tempest fierce
Eyes glassy with haze
From the arctic pierce

Days have gone
On this road traversed
Time’s forward march
The unsung verse

A journey just
A mission true
A failed attempt
To reach love anew

Evermore doth he lay
On stone road cold
Evermore doth he dream
Of the hands he’ll hold

Will we be guided
by the flutter of wings?
Do they take a silken, feathery form
or are they scaled, demonic things?

Will they take us to the clouds
and leave our souls intact?
Or drag us to the abyss
and create The Impact?

Only the wind knows.

I've never felt
A heart so true
A spirit just
Burns of fire anew

Then she knew was haze
From life's dismal ache
Deep seated pain
Cast from Sorrow's wake

Fly, crimson goddess to seas
That kisses shores shallow
That grant you your dreams deserving
Tis a soul most hallowed.

Forgiveness begged by the tongue
Beseech we of the sky
Yet no reply from among
Those with eyes now dry

What say you now, Sariel?
Who spoke of love eternal
Thine words now come to heel
Life wanders from times vernal

Rise and raise
both head and heart
name and nation
to the cause.

Futility felt
through bone and bruise
by man against Machine
Our arduous war.

Struggle and strive
for life and liberty
from dark and death
by giving your hand.

Now is the time to fight.
Roar through like boisterous levin
with steady swords anchored souls
Stand tall and shake the heavens.

If June came through
Like December's grizzly chill
Would you still see as brightly
And still sing as true?

And if the Winter thawed today
To reveal Spring's grace
Would pain still strike as deep
And tears still leave your face?

Sin
runs cold down skin
rends through bones
yet binds us like kin
held like precious stones

We
ruin all we touch
with hands scrubbed clean
down to the rind
still soaked in crime

God
bound by his rule
stays in somber sleep
though weeps for the day
when our ashes spawn green

Cry
to ears stone deaf
and eyes gouged out
that wanders the earth
til day's reckoning

Yet
hope shines through
meek and radiantly
gently through the cracks
of guilt-stained hands

The Siren speaks
With speech of satin
Blessed by cerulean skies
A fire within her soul

Runs she through cold of night
On string she spins a melody
Euphony floats through endless skies
Drifting to far away times

Skin and eyes of earthen shade
With a gaze like winter deep
She, the meaning of strength come alive
Her fears; the love she keeps inside

Along the rocks and waves she resides
Glowing brilliance of which she shines

We live within a world full of glass.
Where light and sight
are strayed when they pass...

The things we see;
monsters that loom...
Twisted creatures all around me.

Razor shards sting;
gashes with each step.
Screams from the people ring.

through the pieces lives the demons face.
A terrible, ungodly sight.
Yet, it took me to a familiar place.

Just then became plain to see
the closer I came to the shard.
This is a world of mirrors

The creature is me.

Your heart will now fly
from the shackles of your life
to the limits of the sky
by the warmth of your love

for I knew that one day sure
you'd find your way
to something pure
the horizons you've been waiting for

and now...
I strain my sight
as I see you ascend
towards that which is your right
a freedom forevermore...

There's no point in telling a story
In a world that's destined to burn
For what good will it truly do?
...what lessons will we learn?

Take up your pen
Find the fiction you must fake
The world you've made
The life you'll take

With speed of god
Through believer's breath
Glide your pen across the page
And bring about it's death

With the final act in spin
The beginning far from sight
These worlds will surely burn
By The Writer's omnipotent might

The end sees complete
And our scribe sets to leave
But OUR story isn't over
We'll make it, if you believe.

Turn to ash, O Great Sea.
For onto thee, hath shadows been cast
Speak with but a whisper, from thy final breath
And eek out life, whilst life still sings
Its solemn requiem.

The stories of man, like ebb and tide
Shalt crash in the rocks; sink beneath sand
Yet once again we shalt mix with the ocean abundant
Stir to a whirl, and choose thy true form
The choice is yours.

With silken sway
Life passes us by
like bow met by string
and vibrato's slow decay

With the pedal's release
and the damper set in play
the hammer's dulcet tones
grow weaker through the piece

The act reaches end
and another soon begins
whether in this life or the next
music is what makes the spirit mend

Always hold it dear
the music that follows suit
let melody encompass you
and live life without fear.

Do we strive to thrive?
or strive to only survive?

What guides the waves
to our destined shores?

Do we will it well?
Or do we disdain and abhor?

The haze caused by the Southern Fall
pales to shade cast in your heart
once bright
once beaming
now covers
it veils like the dead of night

Whatever happened to those eyes I once knew
of deep cerulean blue
that cut through the midnight air
and lit up my whole life?

Yet cold stares are all I now see
shown from you
and carried to me
when I gave you my all
made you my sky
and gave to you wings
that you needed to fly

And here mine lie
not able to spread
singed and scorched
from what I thought was my sun

Though now I know
in all of my pain
that this wasn't love
so to forever let it go
onto there let it burn.

You were never worth
what I thought of you.

How can the world survive us?
How could it still turn without us there?
How will mountains climb to the heights?
How will the birds soar through the skies?

Will they cease to be once we're gone?
For nothing can survive without us, right?
Don't the heavens circle around us?
Won't the very universe crumble with the last of us to die?

Maybe the seas will turn to sand?
Could the forests wilt and burn?
So, they'll try to live on?
Maybe we can take it all with us?

Have we hidden the truth in veils of deceit?
Did we really make them ourselves?
It's not just part of our nature?
Then how can we change?

We should learn how to live?
And that will teach us how to die?
We'll find the answer on the other side?
Are you sure there's something after this?

Who will we see?
What will we do?
Don't you know how scared we are?
Have YOU ever seen what's there?

...I guess there's only one way to find out, huh?
I should wait for my time?
Live life to the fullest, you say?
I need to love?

Then I guess I'll try...