Be not too quick
To slay
For he who knows himself
Inside and out
Is he who may throw the first stone
I will not be one to judge
And expect in return
The truth
Of which I feel
I am surely owed

In my darkness
There are no cracks
No rays of light
Trying to peek through
Only helpless moments
A shadow of the one I knew before
Looking back
I know I lost myself
long before I even noticed
The look on your face
When meeting by chance
Says a million nothings
To a man that has forgotten how to care  
Hither onwards this lowly soul will wander
**** you for not telling me before
**** them all
How was I to know I was cursed
Sometimes it is wise to tell
Your friends the truth you see
Behind those lost grey eyes
For if by not revealing the truth
You loose a friend to the darkness
What was your silence for
But to save your own back
Be wise next time
Now leave me be
For the beast
Is hungry
And you look like a
Satisfying snack my dear

Cold stone
Circle
Power of the years
I stroke your surface
And try
To connect
To your history
When wondering on how you came to be
I have decided
That Giant's
Must have carried you on thier backs
There is no further explanation
I could possibly find
I have taken a little from you
Power that is
And I leave you a little behind of my own

Hearts are bleeding
Tears are falling
  
Collect your coat
Wave goodbye to your friends
The soul of a poet
Has reached a new place

A beautiful freedom is felt
And he is now
All that he should be
All is good in his world
All is as
One day we all shall see


Words floating in the willdness
I will search by yonder tree
Im sure I heard him singing
To all the poets
He sing's that he is free
I journey down to the river
where the child still weaves his rythm's
And he will be sitting peacefully
As only he now has the time


all we need to do is listen
all we need to do is believe
all we need to do is notice
the sound of the river
the touch of the wind
The warmth of the sun
cradle this thought within
and he will surely live forever young
Withing the weave of a poet's dream

Slowly he opens the door
to his desires
Wanting
But trembling with forgotten emotions  
She is gentle
She holds the magic
Which could release him from his darkness

To stroll away
Would not be so easy
As much as he fears his next move
He fears now it is to late
There are no choices

Love lies sleeping
Ready to awaken
In her eyes
Such beautiful eyes
That reflect a soul in mourning

Begging for the tenderness of his touch
Surrendering to the moonlight

She sees
And gathers every last thread of doubt
Her sweet lips
Speak to him of love
And he opens the door for her to enter