Underneath a Blood Red Moon,
another good one,
gone to soon.
A candle quenched,
upon the night.
Somewhere else,
might find a light.
A flicker,
In the distant skies.
Sometimes
there's no reasons why.
No salvation to be found.
No reasons
for the heart that pounds.

There amongst the wilderness.
Where creatures
big and small roam free.
There amongst the overgrown,
thats where they'd find
you and me.
The wind that shakes the barley,
whistling in our freezing ears.
You'll find us in the long grass,
hiding from the same old fears.

Well its known
we're not alone.
there's many more besides.
All hiding in the long grass,
fighting with the same oul pride.
With the wind
that shakes the barley.
Forever whistling in their ears.
They'll join us there,
the country air,
amongst the winds
that kiss the breeze.

It depends on the ears
that they fall upon.
Every word
and every song.
The rhythm
and the rhymes of time,
how they rest,
in every mind.
The harmony,
inside your soul.
Those ballads
that bring you back home.
Forever there,
inside your heart.
Each one there
to play it's part.

She painted pictures in her dreams,
A secret canvas
no one sees.
Colours,
blending into form,
Forever there,
since she's been born.

Patterns from a different time,
embellish hopes within her mind.
With every sketch,
her thoughts would wonder.
To a place
well far beyonder.

She told me once,
"All that you dream,
"You can own,
if you believe".

"Sketch the world
inside your mind
Recieve the grace
   that time will find".

And as the brush
rests on the table.
Lyrics, pictures,words,
and fables.
All within her knowing eyes,
A thousand different shades of sky.

She is
The Keeper of the Flame.
A beacon, on an ancient grave.
Upon the earth
where wild things roam.
She takes her rest
under the Sun.

And then at night,
under the moon.
She sits beside
the cold stone tombs.
Guided by awoken dreams,
reflected faces in the stream.

And as the wolves
begin to howl.
She's searching,
for the sacred owl.
The knowing eyes,
that guide the way.
The wind upon
eternal flames.

The winds that whistle
in her ear.
The voice, that always
draws her here.
Upon the earth,
where wild things lie.
She tends the flame
and wonders why.

Upon the old path,
travelled many a toe.
With lessons to learn,
and notions that grow.
Ideas and moments,
locked into times.
Lost amongst love,
and lost upon rhymes.
The things that are said,
with a mind full of sauce.
The words that are thrown,
without any thought.
Without any reason,
without any rhyme.
Lost amongst love,
and locked into time.

An angel
that came forth to live,
Every hardship life could give.
Sleeping in the meadows haze,
she'd fall into her mind,
The Maze.

A trail of blood,
through corridors.
She tries to open every door.
Yet each are locked,
and there's no key.
She's searching for somewhere to be.

A tattoo on her little toe,
Brings her back
to brighter days.
Reminds of her of so long ago.
Before she got lost
in The Maze.

An angel
with a journeyed soul.
The hands of time
could never own.
She's lost now.
Waiting,
to be found.
An old soul
from a different land.