What will it take
to have it flow freely
from within

What more is to be said
for it to be seen
what needs to be

How hard is it to believe
that even then it's seen more
and knows what's meant to be

Does it even matter
that they dare not mention
and feign an embrace

What's there to it
say it
then say it again
then there again

Wandering aimlessly through the fog
placed at each corner
awaiting each moment
it lingers
carrying onward with it
a steady gaze

Dare any to tear through
to the bitterness within
should it seek forth
forward or through
reverie be made
to believe

Why then should they
pray, tell, or fear
what would it even mean
should it end
or begin again
marking the time when
it all came to be again

In the end what a dream
and when it ends
and we dream
we dreamily seek to see to the end
all that has yet begun
til then
then again
I will send
for it to all end again

And to the end,
I welcome again
another tear,
parted from hearts departed
wondering where souls lay
frosting
quiet
cold
chalaced in warmth of old
tales spoken with delight
by a quiet winter's fire
singing bountiful delights
as pirates dance
it's majesty ascending
sweetly seeing to the end
the bitterness within and
then again

Understand it
and say it when
it's to be spoken to those that then
chose to speak again
and with it's end
I must seek to say when
I said again
I meant it
to be and the end
was not to send me
flying freely
when I must wonder
tears falter,
failing,
floundering
watching wearily
talking,
wringing
painfully tearing
hearts apart
with time
and a start
it will be mine
this part
to the end
all ends depart
and with that an end again
and to begin
and to send
it will be then again
that I will understand that it's the bitter end
to whence for when I sang
I said it loudly
proudly
and began to sing again
when will I send
it's true
it was meant for you
to see what was to be
and to be free of me
and to be free to see
what it was to be
and to say again
that you are my only friend

Fear not dear end
I will say it then
I will begin to see
I will begin and see
and you will see me
in tweens and hearts
and with me
will there always be
all that's been longing
and with it's hart
I seek
and I wonder
and I wander there
home again
to be me
free to be
free
seen
departed
meant to me
to be
all that I'd ever leave
again I cry
I wondered why this time
and in the end
I begin to see
it's fluent
it's divine
it's meant to be spoken
said and wondered
and through me once one day I
will sound it loudly
and say with care and take them
there again
for it was never a heart's tale to dream
sweetly,
swinging with the winds wafting toward
certain despair
sparing no man,
no understanding
no way
understand and then believe

I'm meant to be free
Free of you
and to be
what I meant to be
what I said to me
to the worlds I've said to be
and all that I've meant to me

Feel strongly
sing and dance
it's great the quiet within hearts all crying
I will depart
and will sing with sweet songs

Dear heart
please sing with me
I will never fear
I will never understand
all that was to bear
and to be
and that was seen
even through me

May it be again
those words singing sweetly

there

Another end.

Somedays I wonder
and even then
it's said to be true
for at the end
who will have ever known
what it was to be
and even with you
the bitterness
as it stares toward
wanderings where
ne'er again
the twain shall meet

Dreams
through reality
pierce perception
with whispering winds
wafting toward
tears of hearts
departed

Apart at the seams
its part lingering
teetering on toward
amnesia's sweet release

Forgotten
tall tales of old
enters there

Fear not
it's a lingering gaze
staring heartily toward
the meaningless sands
as on the horizon
lives waiting
another day

Once toward a flurry
storming hearts a part
it's certain
to see
as it fires an ice
wondering where again
settling at the end

Somedays it's certain
I wonder
but when again
as I'm there
seeking, longing
and at the end
seeing it
cautions solemn lingering
found
at last

Not to be remembered
it's funny still
but even then
without wonder
thought hard to define

Claiming to be mine
bravo
it's said again
intriguing
beyond wishes
seeking else
drifting toward
the end