How do pictures of the past move me still?
Inside I can hear her voice call through time
I stare out of clouded memories sill
Though clear as ever she shines in my mind

She moves in a way never seen before
Words of sin are on the tip of the tongue
And I dive into the oceans of yore
We swam happily along; love’s song, sung

Simple is the way it presents itself
Like an all powerful magnetism
An attraction so great ‘can’t be withheld
Nor would I want to withhold earth’s chasm

And patiently I await without her mirth
Anon, love geysers out the chasm of birth

The tendrils of time
Grip every part of my being
They keep me together and lead me on
I follow along between the journey of growth towards the light
And the path set forth within the mighty given mind

An over cast home that houses the soul
In relation between the spirit and man
I find within allegories that can withstand
As long as I have
Existence's helping hand within my grasping hand

On this platform
I brave the weary hearts storm
A drift amongst the sea of troubled words

Hoping for a life preserver to be spared
One that will carry me to safety
With the entire crew in tow

Alas, my love, you come to me
As the beauty that I had envisioned
And I hold on dearly
like the cancerian that I am

Like the gentle moth drawn towards the flame
Even as it’s eye’d wings begin to ignite
It cannot help but to flutter maimed
On wards, searing in the heat of the light

Making alas; night breaks into the day
The morning star peeks o’re the horizon
It’s sights become scattered in such a way
That nothing is missed, going forth; anon

Yesterday evening’s candle of the past
Sits dried, once alive; liquid pool of wax
Rests easy within it’s blackened burnt glass
Wick dwindled to unlightable black ash

And in lieu of all the death that surrounds
The energy, I’m assured, has no bounds...