Beyond your own gloom.
Soulmates suffer silently.
There you find purpose.

Shy rays of light
paint warm hues
on dreaming eyes.

And a robin chirps
his morning song
in silver key.

Life awakens
all around.

You think you are free?
Free to stand on our own feet.
Dare to cut the ropes.

Dark wooded hills
float on grey clouds.

Their raindrops
whipping tiny scars
across tempered glass.

My jaded mind
melds into nothing.

The day is past
and I past the day.

Moving in circles
without goal.

I love to lose myself
in those rare moments
without words.

Where music and imagery
synchronize to stir
my deepest feelings.

I love to lose myself
in destruction and sadness
played in G-Major chords.

Where tears flow
from my heart
and fiction veils reality.

I love to lose myself
in hope for a better future
without words.