Midnight writing sessions by candlelight
Would create such passion inside of me
And lifetimes would burst from my pen
And flow for miles across a sea of paper
To an island far off in the distance
That had never seen the mutiny of humanity
Or tasted the bitterness of love gone sour
And I would write until the ships came in
And the harbor was at rest,
For only then could you see the stars
For what they really were
And only then could your eyes tell the story
Of the winds
When they flickered and glowed beside the fire
And reminded me of birth and death all at once
So pure and so absolute
Standing in front of me, blinking and believing.
But somewhere in time I lost my faith
Imagination has buried itself somewhere
Under all the cynicism and pain
Where paper becomes ash
And ink evaporates into the sky
Now the only thing left is the memory
Of the places I once visited
On the planes of my imagination
And the terrible wanting for someone
Who can save me from drowing
In all the storms that I've created
Inside my jaded heart