Such candles, such intense bright light,
casting over shadows I cannot fight.
Smogged upon that eerie haunting
broken down unto the fountain
these tears are yours but not alone.
Misery surely got torn apart
while your tears reflect the dark of dawn
and render out my broken heart.

One lonely tiara mine to pose so gently.
A touch flies over, a breeze in your melodie,
no salesman near to sell more time
or space from which you would be mine.
A whisper resonates through my soul out,
hanging gardens became a haven's need.
To hold all answers is to remain in doubt,
lay in my hands that key I did not seek.

Delight me with your songs of old of silent gold,
entice me with nails and a voice only Harpies hold.
Trapped with a key that could not open anything,
no twist nor turn unlocks that kissless yearning,
all candles now as dark as day
brought a drought of shattered dreams.
All the weeping still keeps you away,
why not just sell me things as they seem?

Ah yes, raging sorrow weeps through me,
the hymn that caresses your lips this eve
were brought to me through thievery's clock,
for the key I held did not open that lock.
My fountain of hope filled with your days,
diamonds for you break apart in my hands.
The present I bought keeps the future away,
the past I uphold remains a tomb that I rent.

November's serenade beckons for two
as the whale swims into the morning dew.
A door with no lock cannot be closed.
As my heart drips so finely dosed
the ink in my pen soaked the white feather,
romance is bliss, still our wish got broken.
I roam alone through this rainy weather
awaiting the sun you said had awoken.

Our sentiments engul the worlds beyond,
such feelings are there to be honed.
I painted these planes to my heart's content
searching the one for whom I was meant.
Leaving your side I could not stand close by,
murdering time which they keep stealing,
slumbering into dreams with a sigh...
in the end these wounds must be healing...



So finally here is my new work, I felt this forum was kinda dying but I will give it another shot...It is rather big so I hope You all like it....let's just say that it has never been this personal before to this extend...

"No gilded streets of heaven's grace entice me in thy speech, no holy mother doth condone all your pillage, war and greed"
Last Edited By: ripley 4077 04/12/08 10:46:33. Edited 1 time.