I may have drifted off that night, but it was only for awhile
Perhaps it was some fleeting dream, that came to comfort and beguile
But there I caught a glimpse of you, then I…
admiring your style
Awoke to sad uncertainty, and nothing there remained worthwhile
My room became a place to just lament my broken, shattered dreams
Where thoughts come much too rapidly, and desperation reigns supreme
I exist within the iron gates of sorrows deviltry regime
With no escape from hopelessness,
at least for now that's how it seems

I cannot comprehend these things within my mind, that are
I cannot help but feel that it is good and evil, still at war
The meaning for my every thought is lost and trapped, in the obscure
Time passes as the ages, and leaves me here no hope of more
The clock continues spinning on it’s violent descent
Down to the day my dreams are gone, and all desire has so been spent
The moment actually may provide me peace…at least
to some extent
I only hope the memories of you and I, will not relent

To leave my mind unable to recall those thoughts of you
The times now past, that my poor heart continues to pursue
To never see those moments shown,
in memorial review
Too many tears.. too many years... my heart cannot see through
And so I hope to drift to sleep, if only for a while
To sit and watch you come to me, admiring your style
Although I know these dreams of mine will end with dawns revile
And only those split seconds will remain...
And to Beguile.

Dean Evans
12-08-14