Mining for Dreams

Certainty declared in your face
of how the final act shall begin.

Relative is the theory:
Pain and thought.

For what could become the beginning
Is now the end.

You brought so much into this path,
And even saw the breaking that would cause.

Who could had been more wrong,
The miner or the mine?

Fool's gold will always shine,
So I leave you to dream alone.

Perplexed to what had happened.
Anxious of what went wrong.

It was that story I created...
With no intention but to adore.

In that story I abandoned...
With no intention to uphold.

At least you'll have your gold.
At least you'll get the memory.

But as far as it goes,
The pick is broken and the cart is gone.

The old miner is no more.

Fell into a Conversation

It's been a long day,
For no shine through my window came.

Deep inside this hollow shell...
No wanton rest laid.

I am the tallest of the hive,
But I feel not over the wall which I must climb.

Truth be told, there is much to cover...
There is much to shoulder...

Harmonics

And I will play,
Even after death.
Let my corpse be buried
And my notes...

They shall remain.

A Thought

Every dark hour has a reason

Understanding is our choice
Accepting is our challenge

Angel Fire

Have you ever believed you met an angel?
It was something just like that...
But it was a devil.

As a matter of fact, it was several devils.

This is that story...

Assaulted by promises of good time past,
Something no mortal can deny,
We followed the tail of an undetermined clan.
And yes, more than one easily got dragged.

Eaten, bitten and weakened,
The night drained away our sorrows.
Transformed into what the embrace of darkness wished,
We stalked the shadows, we danced the rhythms.
But most importantly, we drank our echoes.

Now we hold another truth.
One so different from the first.

Just like when you meet that damned angel,
Who turned out to be nothing but a sweet devil.