Time: a perception so daunting,
A flow of moments so varied.
Time: a crushing veil in life,
A gliding climb and endless descent.
Time: a sweet memory, savoured,
A stream of endless joys and dreams.
Time: so crisp and true in the mind,
A con so ruthless and inhuman.
Time: the morbid joker laughing,
Casting a silent slumber upon all our souls.

Woe to the world,
The promised land has just got smaller,
That special place to the east sanctified by the caller,
What's the rush to **** and die for life?
These are the roots of our plundered, ageing strife.
Central to feuding beliefs is an ideal called peace
And that dove is yet to conquer the ever fighting geese,
As you read on, another brother wipes his brow with a ******, ***** rag,
And that dove called peace remains an idea trapped in a brain paper bag

Lacquered hearts, they can only reach so far,
Our noble desires and flawless ambition,
The personification of humanity,
An eternal endeavour of self perception,
That stems from the effluent flow of creation,
The very beauty of our nature unseen,
A blushing truth so often discarded,
Dumped for better viewing in a frenzied way,
Our savagery becoming civil through time,
These signs of our shared fate,
Truth, something we would love to be shown,
But seeking it must suffice.

As the luminous moon shares her subtle voice,
The velvet darkness clutches light lost in descent,
This lonesome night teaching fledgling hearts a lesson,
Their blossoming journey a guided flurry,
What next for a love so warm?
A nourishing cradle for such pleasant dreams,
Hiding hope from green eyed scrutiny,
Saving truth and purity for the last day.

The bitter wrenching of my broken soul,
Distracts my dreaming eyes from her,
Waiting impatiently for some elusive event,
Some divine closure that confirms in the heart,
Still nothing comes....
Just a silence, breached by my breath,
A soft sigh, gutless and frail.

I wish a storm would come,
Blowing your presence to my arms,
This rotten world may fall,
Darkened by the avarice of monstrous men.
I pray for humble cherubs to take my heart to be with yours,
As the Sun fades to a mass of cosmic ash,
We will leave together, within a warm embrace,
Never to look upon this world again.
Our hopes for a new life
Our hopes for a new light,
Our love the source of starfire.
Our nova, we are home.