Time, who knows where it goes?,

What lies in the midst of yesterday?

Maybe tomorrow is today on some unparallel plain,

reliving all the things we did yesterday - today.

What do we get out of time?, and

do you make it all worthwhile?,

do we use it wisely?

For once a moment is used,

it is used and gone forever.

Or is it?

Maybe on this plain at least.

The Shaman cries,
the light has died,
he felt it as it left his bones.
He watched it fading from his eyes,
lost to a world where no one knows.

And as he lies down in the grass,
he sheds a tear for mother earth,
Reflects on what has come to pass,
then wonders, prays, for her rebirth.

Shall it all come right next time,
or was it just to test our souls?.
Were we never meant to shine?
before we got to break the mould.

    Before the world was bought and sold.

“There were trees there once”, he said,
as his youngest grandson looked out across the barren landscape
that went on for miles and miles before his innocent eyes.
“And animals and birds too” he continued.
“Like the ones I’ve seen on the screen?”, asked the child.
“Or the ones Momma swore she once saw in a zoo."

“What were they like?” he quizzed,
without knowing the pain and sorrow
that rested in his old grandfathers heart.

“They were beautiful child, beautiful and free,
but the greed of our kind could not let them be.
The greed of mankind was a terrible thing."

“And will they come back? "asked the boy, with hope in his eyes,
as his grandfather rose, looking up to the skies.

“Only God knows my boy, only God knows”.
"If the sea returns blue child,
then only God knows"

Sitting still with twilight
high above the Celtic Sea.
Not a soul to stir my thoughts,
each one on its own with me.
Sitting by the old grey stones,
among the lost forgotten graves.
Not a soul to stir my thoughts,
gazing down upon the waves.
Each one replaces the one before,
new life making old life's passing,
easier as you mourn
New life makes old life's passing,
easier when it's sore

Free as fire, left to burn.
Sweet desires churn and churn.
Inside our hearts, our vacant minds
As the blind lead on the blind.
Through the puzzles, mazes deep.
Searching for the truths we keep
Messages that fall through lucid dreams,
nothing's ever as it really seems.
Messages stitched in every moment.
Remember your the only one who owns them.