When was the last dream you had
that filled your heart to the deepest sad,
hurled you out of bed to the longing want
And left my image implanted strong.
The years dance their merry way
beyond the stars and that great milky way,
Where words matter little to the silence there.

But here, here I am,
Walking the desolate miles of time
between my own tormented days
memories that cling and wrap around
Like a new skin, and from it
All perceive the woes in me.
Yet I be, Be, as only a loner can
Living a life, that lies my existence
Portraying my smiles like a mask of ages.

I faded fast, Faded to the final rapture
that promised kiss and weighed dream
that final gasp, the torn sore
Till no more I cried, God! No more.
Is it strange that a man can be so subdued
A heart ruptures to bleed it's own demise.
Aye! Men too have their dreadful moments
We too die, fade to the lingering love
Fearing so the torments of promised bliss.

I roam where the angels hang in woe
the constant being of distracted mind,
Ever I try to fill this empty space
With all and anything that fades you to me.
Where is my heart? I oft do wonder
upon what moment did it pass and die,
And where upon the lonely streets and bridges
Of forgotten avenues have I parted it's way.
I know the spot, Know it well for the cry
That silently arose deep within
and heralded out upon the icy night
The deep painful resignation of my hell.

Yet I abide,
I live as an empty shadow of chaotic thought
that pressed all reality around and dilutes
All words spoken, emotion graced,
That never upon the pages of my being
Shall I allow the structure again to fill
And make Love a reality.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph