A million deaths to prepare for one
Ill prepared at still I lay.
Silence falls across the land,
as mother vanquishes day.
No tears as eyes look to the stars
few feelings move within.
Dreams bestow a deeper meaning
To the point my trail begins.
Pain coherent of anger, longing
Growing in fading thought.
To the tides I beckon a moments mercy
Bitter sweet the oldest taste
to awaken within my grasp.
Tormented by visions of pleasant paradise
But never meant to last.
To gasp the words, too quite a waste,
Of precious strength slow passing by.
Saved for something of personal meaning
A silent, tearless, cry.
Scars internal seem eternal
In the heart they are so clear.
The beats once louder than thunders echoes
I miss what�s no longer here.
To float above or sink below
A million lives have mutilated care.
Sentence served, time forgives,
But my heart she isn�t there.
Perseverance in absence present
as one finally closes the eyes.
Truth whispers, echoes, in deepest halls
still too afraid to die.
But mundane kiss, that spiritual hug,
Could it heal the stained glass within?
Dreams come swift stay near to me
As the voices on the wind.
Copyright Phalegra2005 (TJB)