Screeching ghosts declare

past present future

tolling bell malignant

earths crust dances

only the self can survive

itself tomorrow

Eloquently shattered

after birth intact

hiding in the clear

seeking whats been found

then in the morning again

be reminded of yesterday

Ancient ruins

bright new seeds

battle for light

from the resting sky

fed by unseen tributaries

and silent songs

Sleepily drowning

now awake

the tremors ricochet

unearthed diamonds in coal

polished new

then left for dead

In the morning the colors are dim,
beautiful but faint for a time.

In the afternoon all colors grow and dance
like country wind.

In the evening those same colors shout
carrying on like children.

At night our colors dim again
dissolving like canyons against the tide.

With the way that this world speeds... you're all I’ll ever need
To make sure that my heart it can be freed
It’s the way that I am wound… keeps my feet square on the ground
Reminds me that it’s me who chose to lead

It’s true that I will bleed… just like water on a seed
Grown on land that’s never seen a deed
It’s the way that this all sounds… makes me sure that I am found
While others are lost or drowning in their greed.

It’s a lesson you should heed... but it’s one you’ll never read
Before you sit down at the table set to feed
It won’t matter where your bound... cause this circle it ain’t round
On this chain theres just one small shiny bead

Ahh… Down this road we go.

Today, As Opposed To Yesterday.
There are no more answers.
Only the chasm between here and there.