I am the path hidden in the open
The voice of whisper within
The crowd
A spoken tale written in silence
The blade of the
raised Fallen one
A smoke from the vessels
Of crystal
Glittering but tempered Glass
The fear which drives
You close
The wonder underneath
Your foot
The completed part of a
Failed puzzle
Tears shed in thrones
Of smile
I am the noise supplying
Music
And the only sun ray
In the cold arctic.

I Dared to face the winds of
The sea
When younger than old
Sailing to acquire
Diamond hung in deep
And unmeasurable gold
Blinded eyes to brazen skin
All that matters
Was my goal
Now I've stained
The tasteless rain
With the dream I did sow
Heart thrown to abyss
For the path was wrong
Blame it all on time
For the glory was taking
Too long
now am old
Pause the music of
A merry soul
Play me a sad song
Label it the stray
Of an un-contented king
Who  was great
Yet having nothing
but just
Lust in the world.

Call me rose:
The damsel which separates
A one sided lane
Call me rose:
The beauty that mocks the
Glitter of the Gold
Call me rose:
The sight treasured by
Even the blind
Call me rose:
The tears shed by an happy eye
Call me rose:
An amusement to the saddest of
All king's
Call me rose;
The dream gotten with open eyes
Call me rose;
Let me tell her
Without her my heart
Sees no reason to beat.