Garden Of Shadows
My dreams, have died, along the meadows,
among, the fall of faith.
Among the inner shores of land,
Above, the wicked wave.
My dreams, like yours, were set up high,
Perched, reflections of time.
Of tide and calls of immortal lies,
of spirit, of sacrifice.
As I knelt beside, the grave of you,
Burdened by your tears.
Burdened by your loss of faith,
ordained, by your fears.
I felt the pangs of surreal life....
emotions, drifting away,
arching against the abandoned sand,
as the skies did fade to grey.
The shadows fall, forever deaf,
brushing the burning void,
The solace of your fatal kiss,
the thoughts, of your noise.
As vesper's nine strikes the dawn,
and brings forth a wave of change,
the river of time flows frozen,
into a vortex of insignificance and pain.
O Garden of shadows! By thy will,
accept me into the night!
Feed me by thy purity,
restore, my state of mind!
My dreams, have died, along the meadows,
among, the fall of faith.
Among the inner shores of land,
Above, the wicked wave.
My dreams, like yours, were set up high,
Perched, reflections of time.
Of tide and calls of immortal lies,
of spirit, of sacrifice.
As I knelt beside, the grave of you,
Burdened by your tears.
Burdened by your loss of faith,
ordained, by your fears.
I felt the pangs of surreal life....
emotions, drifting away,
arching against the abandoned sand,
as the skies did fade to grey.
The shadows fall, forever deaf,
brushing the burning void,
The solace of your fatal kiss,
the thoughts, of your noise.
As vesper's nine strikes the dawn,
and brings forth a wave of change,
the river of time flows frozen,
into a vortex of insignificance and pain.
O Garden of shadows! By thy will,
accept me into the night!
Feed me by thy purity,
restore, my state of mind!
