Falling past life to dawns gaze
I watched my piteous breaths crash into you

Why do delicate objects fray into this sun?
I beheld you in your final glory.
Calm under the pressing shadows

The wayside moaned a tune of the weather
The tiny crests lapping onto the lakeshore
And the storms were gathering up their black billows
As the winds came faintly down

Ebony scatters over Heaven
The city wields itself to age
The dark streets are covering their faces
And being whispered in heartache

The steam rises out from some Hell

The rain surprised me today
As it fell fast from grey
It battered down and struck with brilliant sound
Telling a story of my wounds

Crying eyes are fit for the day

I am burying my deepest thoughts and dreams
Inside a box, oaken and aged.
Void of reason, stolen from tragedy
Tangled in time;
Enshrined

Underneath the moss and green

The voice of God
Thrown down for eternity to fathom
Pondering moments on thunder songs
The truth on the storm

The land is ageless
Sunsets still crest the oak horizon
Pink and orange;

Piano keys
She bleeds

Slowly tipping the balance
In grey and white
Soft hope
Fragile soul

Her gown is fit for memory
Washed white against sorrow
Waiting in the wings;

Soft white fabric
Billowing like the sea

Rich blue; a warm sky
The tune of spring

Red roof tiles
Stucco structures in red-brown

Villas dotting hillsides
A seafaring town

The same as genesis
We will all begin with a breath
Rising higher than the rapture in symphony
Man rises from the dust

I was made here
In the soft voice of creation

The auburn wood stands in peace
The branches stretching out like a million journeys
Shiloh road
Summer time

Sunday morning was always restful
The still tidings carried on the air

You are crying again
Breeding cold waters of disaster
Deep eyes are on my memory; your heavy heart
And our souls collide

The black waters were lapping outside

I thought the world black
After glimpses into eternity
And balancing there, hanging just above dawn
I saw the purity of it all.

See how my eyes were widened
Into spectacles of passing fright

Cover my eyes to see
As I step down into the orange
Golden and magnificent, greater than red
An uncontrolled power of hatred

Feel the heat on pure skin,
Or a familiar intensity

The angels are watching
And the stone grey complexions are facing down today
The world is gone down once more with black
And ashes are falling

There are still true hearts

Fair cloth and porcelain hearts
Twirling under a full midnight sun
And the house that we knew
Had come undone

Cracked wallpaper and ancient wood
Our footfall was all but an echo