Longingly, wistfully
In the garden at night
Does she bathe in the moon
With its dull silver light

Its craters rippled
Below the deep sky
In a crescent pool
Where the stars now lie

And there in the stars
Or what now remain
Does she sing her last song
With brontidal refrain

A singular symphony
Of all that could be
In a future unshackled
From darkness set free

Though now the light fades
And tall shadows grow
Her song reaches out
That all might know

Hope yet remains
In this long coming night
As the moon still stands
Reflecting dead light

The fog descends from the heights
Engulfing all things
Sweetly and slowly
A thick mist rolls in
Never to be lifted
The world made evergreen
Obscured in contemplation
A tranquil mystery without suspense
The earth again made quiet
Though not for lack of thought
For all yet think and dream
At peace for they know each other well
No questions asked for all are understood
A blanketing contentment and peace
In a realm before unseen
That lies just above the head

I've seen the statues there
Great guardian colossi
At the very edge of the world

Their watch ever vigilant
Lest the terrors
That once walked this earth

Wish to reign once more

The smell of autumn
Thick in the air
Colored leaves
The trees to wear
A quiet stream
Hidden and deep
A tender secret
The forest must keep
And presiding over all
The great harvest moon
Heralding winter
Coming thus soon

A gentle streaming waterfall
Flows to that silvery pool
Nestled down and away
From most curious eyes
Save for mine is course

In the dull evening hours
I would sit on the walkway
Narrow and overgrown
That led down into that basin
Where the water collected
And flowed to some underground spring

There would I see him
Sitting on the water's edge
A seemingly week build man
In a set of well worn robes
That bore no symbol
Or design I could recognize

I felt after many visits
That he knew of my presence
As if his awareness reverberated
Up from the water And bounced
Off the close rock walls to locate me
Without his need to look

Yet I never spoke to him
Or descended further
Down those precariously worn steps
To that silvery pool below
For I knew ever so vaguely

That the one I had seen there
At the edge of those waters
I should not ever meet

I saw fires fall
But it was only words
I felt the earth shake
But it was only fear
I heard trumpets blast
But it was just the wind
And in that wind
There was a calming voice
One like a clear sky
Reflected in still waters

The voice spoke
And I said nothing
For in its tone I heard
That it already knew me
My hopes and fears
All of my weaknesses
I could do nothing
But shed a tear

When the voice had spoken its last
Neither it nor I
Were anymore to be found

The dust storm was so strong
I could barely see out the window
Of the abandoned facility
I had been sent to salvage from

Charging my torch I say by the window
If I pressed my ear close enough
I could make out a sound
Enough through the storm

It must be the loudspeaker I thought
Somehow it survived the bombings
I listened closer and heard it drone faintly
As of giving out orders on a work camp

After a while of straining my ears
The storm died down a little
To where I could plainly hear
The speaker system outside

It appeared to be counting
Though not in a language I understood
It was a monotone female voice
But there was something odd

The voice never repeated itself
Like a normal announcement
Or warning might do
It just counted endlessly

The storm cell must have passed over
As it returned to the ferocity
Of machine gun sand
And deafening winds

The halls and passages were dark
The only light my rechargeable torch
In the gloom and shadow
Of this monsterous abandoned complex

That despite the long war
Had forgotten to die

I don't recall
But I know I was somewhere before this
Somewhere warm and bright
Alone or perhaps surrounded
I felt enveloped in contentment
Eyes closed but keenly aware
That time did not pass at all
Either forward or backward
A kind of active stasis
Waiting only a moment forever
I was at peace beyond measure
I knew neither hunger or want
Nor who or what I was
Only that soon I would awake

Awning Eve
I now must leave
Away from here
To somewhere distant

I hope I may
In time one day
Return to you
When the sun is older

In secret they met
To profess their love
The hero and the demoness

Though they knew it strange
And frowned upon
They couldn't bear being apart

Once the gods learned
Of this forbidden taboo
They tore the two lovers away

In the depths below
They chained the girl
Deathless to suffer alone

They killed the hero
For his grevious sin
And banished his immortal soul

With no concept of time
The demoness cried out
For her lover that she had lost

Not knowing his death
Had come and since past
Many long ages ago

In time she was forgotten
By both gods and men
And hatred grew in her heart

She promised the herself
A revenge complete
Not matter how long it may take

So breaking her shackles
She rose from the earth
On a march of war to the heavens

Every night at the alter
Would she pray in the dark
To honor the martyrs below

Though lonely she was
She never complained
Forsaken in far northern snow

As the long years past
She fell weak and ill
Though old age she did not know

Alone there she died
With cold lips of ice
And in her stead darkness did grow

Above as us though such no more
Peering eyes through heaven's floor
To come to be what all might be
And in the end to finally see
The crumbling stone and rotten wood
The results of all we thought was good
That dark black tower of pride and hate
In the coming time the hour too late

I think I'm doing well
But then I fall flat on my face
I always try my best
Or maybe not
I can't tell anymore

I try so hard
Not to expect failure
But even at my most optimistic
The dark tendrils of doubt
Always creep into my mind

I want just once
To succeed at the game
That I never seem to win
Though the first step
Is knowing my mistakes

And I'm not even
Good enough at the game
To know where my faults are

Burning land and Burning eyes
As the world we knew slowly dies
Life of peace taken away
Have to fight to survive the day


Crumbled hope and shattered dreams
A people torn apart from the seams
Land of the free and home of the brave
Fallen down to the depths of the grave


Foreign flag in homeland soil
Enemies reap where we but toil
Biding our time in sunsoaked labor
Until the day we could return the favor


Broken homes but not broken hearts
A single unit made of many parts
To hoist a flag of red white and blue
To make our second dream


Of Freedom come true

The hour is late
Just rest your weary head
Deep red to purple hues
In this the twilight hour
Fear not and close your eyes
Be at ease and drift to dreams
I will tend to you for now
As a low fire of twig and ember
Until the morning dawns
Be at peace

They think they know me
Which is a strange thing
As I have not yet discovered
Who I will one day be

Where once was
All we know
Now all is dust
We have to show
Yet soon in time
Will green things grow
Flowers bloom  
And Waters flow
The world we had
We used to know
Will come again
Before we go

Start reading that book today
The one you always glance at
On the edge of your office desk
Underneath the papers and forms
You don't have to get far
Simply begin

In visions at night
Did I see that strange place
Of towering monoliths
And dull layered stone

I had always heard rumor
That the dark side of the moon
Was not wholly empty
And my dreams confirmed this notion

The more of such dreams I had
The more I dreaded the night
To the point where I could hardly sleep
Yet still the visions came

My waking eyes were plauged
By these intrusive revelations
Foreign geometry and entirely alien things
Came in and out of my view

Just as I had thought myself
To have finally gone insane
The visions and dreams stopped
And my mind was cleared

Mustering up some courage
I peered out my bedroom window
Past the fruit orchards
To the full hollow moon

As I looked to it
No images sprang into my mind
No dark towers or vile cities
Only a far off whisper

That filled me with more terror
Than all my visions put together

There is someone
Who I used to be
When time was young
And skies were free

When great pines towered
Over northern lands
And a man could live
By the work of hands

That world to you
Would seem quite strange
To see rolling forests
Before a mountain range

Now all you know
Is dark steel and grey
The colors of progress
And urban decay

You know not what you lost
And in that is bliss
For I yet remember
The warm sun's kiss

The waters stirred before creation itself
A dark void of ancient things
Filled with unknown terrors
And deathless monstrosities

All these primordial creatures
Were slaughtered in due time
With the rise of man
And his endless ambitions

Yet some say they were not all destroyed
And that one of them yet lives
Sleeping in solitude
Below the thick black waves

And with the departure of the stars
He will dream once more
Waking from his slumber
To fill our world with eyes

A calm dusk
Rolls over the hills
Bringing the world
Into a quiet night

A distant owl calls
From deep with the woods
Signaling the animals
To return to its borders

The trees whistle gently
Swaying back and forth
As a curtain of black
Descends over the sky

And then there is silence
Or at least a different form of sound
As the hum of small creatures
Fills the now still night

The world is at rest
And in its sleep it dreams
Of things that were
And things that will be

The dawn will come
Though far off it be
For now the world sleeps
Below the shimmering stars

We have our problems
Yeah I know
There are some places
We need to grow
But all I want
Wherever I go

Is you right there
Beside me

The curtains gently blow
To reveal a face behind them
Though if it is yours or not
You can not be certain


You also notice a light
Behind the obscure face
Though its souce and distance
Remain a mystery


The cutain continues its flow
Following the current of the wind
Strange notes ring softly
Somewhere beyond the window


Looking out the window once more
You see that the face is gone
And the light has changed form
Though in what way is uncertain


The notes continue playing
Beginning now to form
A simple yet harrowing melody
As the dark curtains flutter


After a moment the breeze stops
And the curtains sit still
Your attentiom drawn from them
You notice the figure in the room


In the corner of the room
Sits a black mass of shadow
Its exact shape or form
Too vauge to determine


The only thing you could notice
Was the face among the shadow
It was the same one you had seen
Outside the open window


The curtains shifted in the wind again
Revealing the outside once more
But the light was now gone
Replaced by a engulfing darkness


Down the hall
A light bulb flickered on
Dimly revealing that black mass
And the face that sat among it


And then it too went out
And after it did no light
Returned to the room
Or to your eyes ever again


And then you woke up
As the curtains gently fluttered
In the late evening breeze

Through the black gate he plunged
The last light fading behind him
For a moment he was blind
Until his eyes adjusted
As well as they could

Vast lakes of clouds
Hung clear below him
Glimmering domes and towers
Sat nestled in that lower sky
Reflected the light of invisible Suns

All he knew was gone
A fever dream in prison
A prison created to protect
Though now it has collapsed
Its protection no longer viable

Beyond the clouded city
True endless space could he seen
Billowing cosmic shapes
Of every color and shape
Stretched on eternally

In the infinite distance
He experienced forms and color
Than no man could describe
He had to focus on the city
For fear of going mad

Upon looking down once more
The glimmering city had vanished
He assumed it fell
Below the tide of the clouds
But in the flash of an instant

He found himself in its streets

Yet there was no one to be seen
In its sparkling towers
Or its majestic rooms and halls  
No a soul there resided
Or at least none had

Since forgotten aeons

Dust and worn leather bound books
Some older than the ancient tower
In which they were stored


A small fire crackled
Its embers ever threatening the books
Yet never quite reaching them


An old man sat in his chair
Neither awake nor asleep
But somewhere in between


There was an open book on the table
Sitting next to his the wooden chair
The lock on its cover laid open


Whispers in the dark
Swirled about the room
Strange runes illuminated in the book


The whispers grew louder
To a near audible level
Then the fire went out


But in a moment it was rekindled
Replaced by a burning eye
Of cinder and black ash

From heaven we fall
From dust we rise
Our broken ruins
Beneath our eyes

Since the world was born
And all was dark
When the Watcher stood
And left his mark

In the shadow we lost
Our sense of light
As we cried out
Into the endless night

After unknown time
We looked to the sky
Hoping creation
Would just let us die

Then amid the void
Was a deepening light
Reminding our race
To finish the fight

And so we rose from the ash
Of our fallen design
To strive for the heavens
And follow our sign

We sleep at the base of the mountain
Waiting for the path to be made
Through slopes and trees
Great boulders and caves
Back to the summit above
Yet as we wait the mountain grows
Every day whether an inch or a foot
Extending further into the sky
Unreachable and unattainable
We were promised soemthing greater
Than all those who came before us
And yet here we are
Below their accomplishments
With no way forward and no path up
To the summit of the mountain
We begin to understand
Something is missing
Something hidden or obscured
Whether by time or by purpose
And without this knowledge
Lost as it may seem
The glory of the summit
May never be revealed
So let us search now
Within and without
A hunt unending beyond what we know
That we might come at last
To stand atop that mountain
The birthright of us all

Neon lights reflect again and again,
In the puddles and streams
As the rain pours heavy
In that unfinished city.

Great Jupiter blots out the sky;
So imminent, yet silent.
Ever watching the endless construction;
Of its infant moons

Ganymede is all but consumed
In towers and scaffolds,
Endless looping highways,
And defunct machinery.

In the eyes of Jupiter
Has it been but a moment,
But to the denizens of that place,
Their reign is endless.

Their ancient cities and facilities
Devour everything in their path
And in that slow process,
Have become a new entity all together.

One not entirely controllable.
A system and network of its own
That desires something beyond sight,
Something its creators lost long ago.

Hill and mud
Black dried blood
Under many moons
Does the red river run
Though follow you may
All your long days
You'll not find its source
For better or worse

Uncontrollably
Do they shudder in the dark
Outside the old wastes
Of Boedevon
Neither moon nor sun
Have touched that place
Since the last giant fell
In far southern sands

Only those creatures
Hideous and ******
Still linger there
Ever resentful
Of what they have lost
though they cannot recall
What that may have been

I saw a crystal clear glass
Nearly full to the brim
With pure spring water
And a single orange seed
Floating inside of it

You've become too soft in your age;
Passion and purpose
Given way to complacency and acceptance.

"Surely", you say," all will be saved."
As you refuse to do your job
Of revealing salvation to those lost.

God was quick to disown the nations
Who disobeyed him,
How quick will he disown you?

One who has brought countless down,
Down with them to the depths
Of the ancient abyss.

all by refusing to carry out
The only task you have on this earth.

The bulwark of faith lay broken
Forsaken alone in far northern ice
Darkness crept in from far outer realms
Worlds so impossibly distant
They bore no resemblance to our own
Now the seals lie broken
The only barrier remaining
The jagged ice itself
Long ago the way north was shut
A cataclysm required
To stop one far greater
But it was only to serve as a delay
For now the ice was melting
And those hollow cities beneath it
Rekindled their foul lights
The long dark of the cosmos to beckon
And usher in the age of their god
That shadow that lay behind the eyes
The gnawing fear in the back of the mind
The dread waste Amylgmynon

Cry out to me
And me alone
Let me take your burdens
As you take mine
Let me hold you close
For both our sakes
And when the morning comes
Though grey clouds linger
let us start anew
Confident in ourselves
And in each other

Burst outward
Shattered ribs
Vivid shadows
Escape at last
From the sanctums
Of a long drowned heart

To the black depths will we go
Down and ever further
To find the light we lost
So long ago above
Light lost but never love

He stood there

With a faceless infinity
Staring into the night

The very stars wilting
Before his blinkless gaze

I cannot bear this burden alone
But in your eyes I find my hope
My body goes on but please carry my soul
I'm tired now and broken threefold
Lift my eyes so that I may not see
The shadow and death beneath my feet
Hold my hand until we reach that place
Where once I dreamed in sleeping state
And where I again at last will rest

Cast your demons to me
That I may dispell them
Wisps of smoke
Fading into the night
Confide in me
That you may know
I will not abandon
The promise I made to you

The road goes ever northward
I pray the path stays clear
My enemies stand united
With my worries and my fear
The road I know does narrow
Through wood and snowy field
Despite I will not falter
And never will I yield
For there is one that is
Who was and who descends
And I know that they
Will stand there at the end

To welcome me back home

The moon imbues it
With sterile gravity
A hefty weight
That has grown with the ages
Drink from the cup
That the moon doth fill
Drink from it swiftly
That your blood may boil
Intoxicated and muted
Glimpse ever so briefly
What lies beyond the thin veil
Then parish
For fear that what you saw
Might turn and see you

The ocean above
The sky below
Winter leaves
And autumn snow

Twinkling stars
Shine all around
Accompanying the hum
Below the ground

And through the night
Shall I watch awake
Lest the earth fall
And the heavens quake

Oh,
Do the petals float
In the breeze
On hills remote
Bright and vibrant
Though unaware
On their breif lives
No thoughts they spare
Oh how I wish
To be like they
Not fearing change
Or life's decay
Yet I worry
And so often so
I don't cherish the world
Or people I know
As I look to the hills
Covered in snow
Where no flowers bloom
Or green things grow
I shed a tear
But smile too
For they will return
And be made new
And so shall I
Be renewed
With springtime showers
And morning dew

Skilled with his hands
In forming the clay
But not with his words
As many did say
He spoke with water
And his spinning wheel
A man of no words
Yet one could feel
The struggles he had
In the vessels he made
Without signal or voice
A message conveyed
That indeed we all toil
Beneath a ceaseless sun
Striving to reach again some day
The Garden in which we begun

White sheets flutter
I melt like butter
Being held by you
In the morning light

I've got nothing to do
But be here with you
Come rain or sun
I'll sit by your side

Coffee with cream
My only dream
Is to spend everyday
Like this one with you

Grey seas lap methodically
On distant time worn shores
At the very edge of the world

On those shores has future past
And what has happened
Not yet come to be

A weathered wooden pier
Extends to meet the waves
Surrounded by churning vapor

A silhouette stands there alone
Looking out to the sea
Motionless as if a part of the scene

And soon it is gone
Enveloped by the thick fog
That rolls in endlessly

From those colorless seas

I prefer darkness
But I'm coming around to the light

I know full well why I prefer the dark
I'm not comfortable

And the darkness hides me
Engulfs me in its indifference

The light is blinding
Exposing all my faults

It leaves me naked
Laying my iniquities bear

Yet it is also warm
And rejuvenates my soul

Though I prefer the darkness
As I learn and grow

I think I'll come around to the light

There in an inner room
I sat before it
A hooded figure of bone
Fully animate and articulate
Smoke filled the room
Ushering in a more vivid scene
A table with incense
Sat between me
And the creature across
Though possessing speech
It spoke naught to me
Save for vauge whispers
In the far back of my mind
I noticed now too
That candles sat on the table
Gently illuminating
Features of the being
Who sat opposite me
His skull was cracked
In more than a few places
And the pits of his eyes
Seemed ever so strange
Expressive almost
Of a feeling I cannot convey
In the full candlelight
The figure took a sip
From a gold-rimmed cup
Full of a light purple liquid
It poured through is jaw
As I expected
But as it flowed down his robe
The room shifted again
In the expanding smoke
Of fragrant incense
The room was pitch black
If indeed a room it still was
I sat there for hours
Contemplating the darkness
Or maybe just minutes
I could scarcely say
After that time
A new light flickered
In the near distance
Down a deepening corridor
It was just bright enough
To illuminate the being
Who had sat before me
It looked to me
Smiling somehow
Nigh imperceptibly
Then motioned me to follow
Into the warm dull light

Not the journey, nor the destination;
But the company is what matters.
For where in the world can one go
That is worth getting to alone?