They walk as though each step might be their last,
Like the ground might disappear underneath their feet
And oblivion will swallow them whole, in one mouthful

Their eyes are a faded shade of sadness,
Like all the tears in the world have dimmed the
Sparkle that once caught light in the blackest night

They mumbles words of wisdom to an ambivalent crowd
Like the advice might cause indiscretion in
A room full of certainty and over assured egos

I prefer winter because the cold air reassures me,
the way it caresses my skin and holds me,
until ripples appear on the surface of my trust,
I know not to give in to it's cool, light touch.

The first golden sun
Paints the inky canvas sky
In blue so thin and pure
That birds again will fly

I rise like the dead
To walk in the shadows
I rise from the shadows to see..
I wake from my grave
To stare and the sun
My lifeless breath to bath in the sun
I rise from my grave to see

I wake early in the morning
When light first glances through
It's golden finger gently caressing
The dreamless dream I never knew.

The air is cool upon my cheek
But silky warmth around me stay
Curls, confines, comforts and hides
But sadly I rise for the day

Oh come to me
Sweet human child
In the water and the wild
Taste the berries picked with glee
Join the brazen revelry,
Turn back not,
Or be forgot,
Come to me, dear child.

Come this way
Oh Little one,
I'll break the rain to show you sun,
With the waves we sing and sway
And will take you far away
From your past
Your pain won't last
Come this way, my sun

Quicksilver screams shatter the night,
Blazing forth glory with all of its might
Rainbows of visions, and I without sight
Stare into the void, an inky goodnight.