a quest to see the dream of you
long faint cries of driveled hue

through her shattered cries I can still hear
a faint whisper of a pin drop

solace the mast of a chalice place
eyes with spots having holes

you suffer in silence onto the next episode
to hold you in my arms as a cage of fear

to numb the inner silence from the pain
not having you in my arms is driving me insane

thirst for words to quench our desire
take it higher then a funeral parlor

she dances in a ring of fire
yet throws off its challenge with a shrug

to love is the mere essence of my existence
we must endure with hearts saturated with truth

this is in order to withstand the true test of time
sublime

heavy hearts out on a whim
we have come to depend upon a power greater then self

some insist on putting that book right back on the shelf
still will take her higher then ever before

to realms unknown as high as the eagles does soar.