Must I share my precious luna
will she be dulled by city light

could I not hear her siren hymns
beauty overcame by sounds of man


soft green moss remains uncaressed
amber leaves hold tight to branches

famished ants; picnics forsaken
the old church steeple soon torn down


chilled bones as the bonfire is doused
daydreams unobserved, undreamt

and worst of all

unfamiliar introspection,
mirrored; who do I see?
ev'ry day a strange reflection,
staring right back at me.

who I once was; lost. gone. erased,
could it be better this way,
or a greater man now displaced?
only friends could now say.

my friends I have since abandoned,
this is for their own sake,
they wouldn't understand and,
to tell, is a mistake.

silently fading into the dark
the only candle burning wickless
soon extinguished, it leaves no remark
cold; embracing this fateful sickness

open the door to the ceaseless storm
vacated comfort; confronting the rain
lightning strikes - its sound; the final horn
an absolute end to this seething pain

it's been years since Vessian's eruption
God cursing us for our own corruption

eternal black ash clouds hang above
no hope for life, no liberating dove

too long since the warmth of that golden sun
since the darkness erased everyone

the town half-buried by cooled molten rock
halted in time by that volcanic clock

tucked away beyond the edge of town
plowing my field as it all burnt down

the ghosts beg me to stop, "don't keep going"
as I continue my fruitless sowing

today the fog has lifted
I can see beyond the stars
it's like the world has shifted
I've slipped right through the bars

how could have I been so blind
to not see beyond this cell
my chance to leave the dark behind
this hole in which I dwell

but in my heart I'm certain
that soon darkness will return
so I will close this curtain
as life and memories burn

I sit in this room; dark, dusty and blue
the solitary door; slightly ajar
joy, laughter and golden light pour through
memories of outside; clouded and far

a gust of wind blows my fantasy closed
what was behind the door I now must know
I decide to leave - i'm left unapposed
this cant be hard - so planning I forego

I reach for its worn handle of dulled brass
my hand finds only wall; no door in sight
the final sand grain falls in my hourglass
as the door waits; just an foot to the right