There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream
The earth, and every common sight
To me did seem
Apparelled in celestial light
The glory and the freshness of a dream
It is not now as it hath been of yore
Turn wheresoe'er I may
By night or day
The things which I have seen I now can see no more
Weak for too long to notice the calling
Weak for too long to feel the falling
Days carried on, their touch but an instant
No time to hear my voice in the distance
Reading the pages of life
He summoned the will to rejoice in the dark
Lessons learned from forefathers
Must surely be enough for a spark
His fist was tightly clenched around
The seeds he had amassed
He climbed the trees of strangers
Sought the etchings of their past
But in the night, violence dreamt of his mind
And where it opens
Constructing a fortress of knowledge
He left no future in the arms of chance
Avoid any hypocrisy
Avoid the failures dance
Useless, his free soul
Ensure control
Black words spewed forth from his head
One for each thought he had saved
Solidifying, rusting forms
They sealed in the cave
Excavation of will from
The vaults of the earth
Sunlight burning through his back
As his eyes sought dirt
Almost there, a time to be strong
He was almost there, but he waited too long
Every piece, every word to life’s song
He had dug, he’d put into place, but the order was wrong
He can never let go
Madness always creeps slow
Breezes of the empty
Brush past the surface
All the voices wither
The limbs are quiet
Is there time to return to the plot
Of nothing?
Can the blood now follow
The stream into the sea?
A different darkness guides him
No path can be chosen
Forms become a question
He will not know their source, oh