Untitled Events

2001

A new sunrise be buried underneath
The last blinding hand that in this long night,
Removed from our plain and simple eyes was.

What beauty then would the horizon show,
What promise would the eternal sky hold,
What vision could then be seen from within,

That may replace the wings of the dreamer,
Illusions of the foolish innocent,
With nothing more than what the heart might give?

Ask we then to those we thought lost when seen:
Where has this shivering absence taken
Those silent hours which forever live?

Then our skin touched by a breeze of sadness
Trembled for no cause but revealing stares,
As no answer was called upon the wind.

Who then was there to justify the end,
Justify this melancholic sorrow,
That gives meaning to the path not explored.

We are the broken pieces of ourselves.
Shattered like a full glass of dreams and hopes.
Ready to take our own chances at fate.

At sunset, destiny will sound quiet
For no flame would light this day's desires.
Soon enough the shadowing tale does end.

And nothing but the vague footsteps behind,
Will prove the journey we've undertaken.
Then we would grief, disappointed at last...

Yet hoping, as we always do.