I have a heart full of doubt, my eyes fogged with the deafend sounds of a hope, that I can’t seem to find

My cage is closing in on me, my wings losing the feathers with each gust of hurricane sorrows

But I must chip away at this copper wire, for I can see a sun outside that glass

I had a dream, that one day I would walk among the grass, and the sun would set on my back

There was a dream, of a day were I would be free, but it seems that it has slipped by

I know that its not an easy sorrow, I must take each one as the pain of a stab

But I have to keep my mind in sleep, for I must keep having that same dream

For it is the picture I put to my eyes, to put my mind to the painting I must bring to life

I had a dream, that one day I would swim in blue waters, and the moon would look as full as my cup

For I am tired of this hunger, I wish to have the honey of a greater path, to have my belly full with the fruits of this fabled joyous life

But it hasn’t come yet, and I sit with my eyes blackened by the soot of this burning cage, I feel the burn evaporate the marrow among my bones

I have to press forward, as a stream among a forest canvas, I must find the waterfall to reach the larger waters

I had a dream, that one day my wings would glow from the sun, as I flew through the sky as fast as the whispers of better angels

How the sky looks peaceful in its existence
The envy I hold against it, I wish for something like that
How those colors seem to look so tranquil
How I wish I was in that state, a sky in peace
How tranquil it would be, how so greatly docile

he approach of this transgression is peculair in strain, if it’s merely moment of lucidity

Or if it is a eternal chaos that cycles as the cosmos, natural and aware in the state of the matter

The thought of it something to conduct the mind to fear, electrical sorrows that siphon to the bones in your hands

Shaking as the leaves of the willow in gales, sweating with the chills of unknown futures

Myabe tomorrow will be a different kind of day, something that may catch me by surprise, that will give me the most joyous sense of content

It will happen with unexpected grace, a day that may be filled with happiness and grace, something that will come as a sunrise among the clouds

I don’t wish for something of lavish action, nothing within the realms of grandiose, no requirement to have a vein of amazement

Tranquility and peace are something that would be nice, simple leisures that the birds always enjoy, that the deer in the forest enjoy in twilight

Maybe this is something that will happen tomorrow

Whisper no more, my sweet emerald
Save your breath, for the final moment
Sleep soundly now, in this end
My pain has ruptured, at your departure

I was never truly, able to save you
Now in this moment, I can do my best
To calm you now, as the darkness comes
And be the sunlight, that you always wanted

There’s a sad air that resides here, it came when the rain began it’s long spell

It sits with me as a ghost, an old friend that I have forgotten about

It sits with me by candlelight, and watches the flam flicker along with me

Curious it wanders across my room, looking at old relics of happier memories, wondering were it all went

The low hum of the roof being caressed by the rain, it is the only sound I wish to raise my head towards



Outside I look towards the woods, and I see the faint color of faded green

From the slips of my window blinds, I can observe the world with a faint smile

As the night begins to set, the rain is still blessing us with its presence

So I sit with another candlelit moment, as the ghost and I read our stories, to escape the world we breathe in now



Now the morning has come, and I’ve seemed to run out of candles

The ghost weary from its restless slumber, as am I

Another day it seems has come to fruition, another one with the smell of rain

As if the world is on a cycle, or merely my mind has begun to bleed reality, into my own dreams