To cope in time with open eyes
Standing idly by without an answer
To try and pry these open dreams
without reason enough to care
or enough air to shield them in

All bound by curious lies to hollow truths
But surely able to catch the loneliest eyes
That follow through the hells of every sigh

So radiance finds another's side
A guiding light for the honest and fare
But through the image between seas
As thought to never be there
are the ironies of the shame and the sin

All drowned by curious lies deep in shallow truths
Unsure or able to watch the darkening skies
Beckoning through the wash of every tide.

© 2014