The Deep

The Dark
The Deep
The Cold

Sink down, far far below
Where the light is too frightened to show
Where time itself is lost and stands still
Here I stay, I think, I build

Cities of unimagined splendour
Walls high and mighty, ready to defend, or
Boulevards kept clean, swept clean
Polished so every stone has a shine a gleam

Silent libraries, filled with books beyond count
Scrolls and tomes for every subject in huge amount
Carefully placed tables, hidden yet well lit
With rooms to wave arms and shout for a bit

Such things never last in the Deep
No matter how hard I try to keep
They fall and fade as all things do
Only the Cold and the Dark remain true

Throw it Away

I tried to tell her how I really feel
But the words shrivelled in a mouth gone dry
I wanted to see her and try again
But I haven't left my room all day

I saw her again on Tuesday night
Shouted her name across the street
She didn't hear me, didn't blink an eye
I stared at my feet

Write it all down
Then throw it away
No one really cares
Write it all down
Burn it up
Breathe the smokey air

I wrote her a letter, four pages long
Then tore it up in disgust
She wouldn't want to hear from me
Not 'till the world is dust

Write it all down
Then throw it away
No one really cares
Write it all down
Burn it up
Breathe the smokey air

She Cries

She cries
Tears run silently down her face
Leaving clean paths amongst the soot and grime
There are no sobs
No cries of rage or grief
Those have long passed now

There is no time to mourn
Another lost to the endless war
That rages without thought
Of those left behind
Of those whose lives are used
Discarded
like the meaningless pieces they are

He gathers sticks
Finding dry wood in the forest
Gathering what spindle-thin arms can carry
Even at a young age
He does what he can
During rare moments
Plays with sticks as swords
Seeing a soldier's life as escape
From this dreary life

She cries still

It Could

Leave the final words unsaid
I do not want to hear them
Instead, let the seed of hope sit
Under blanket of snow
On soil infertile and poor
It will never rise again
But it could

Do not say farewell when you leave
I do not want to hear it
Instead, leave in silence
That I may look up and notice you not
Where you were but moments ago
And wonder, when will you return
You never will
But you could

A Silver Glow

The sea stands still
Not a wave
Not a ripple
Nothing marrs the smooth surface

Paleface shines
Perfect reflection
Rays of light seeking and joining
Bathing the world with cool radiance

Reach out if you dare
Capture Paleface's water
Blessed it is
If stillness you can keep

But reach too fast
And you shall lose your chance
Yet too cautious
And you will never obtain the glow

On this night
When Paleface is doubled
Magic can be gained
If you dare

Demon's Spore

I lay down my head to sleep
And my Lady covers me
With soft feathered cloak
Wraps me in wings of deepest black
Takes me far away
To a land of peace

There are times though
When my Lady is absent
For reasons unknown to me
Those days I fear
For when she is not with me
Protecting me
Demons enter my mind

They watch and wait, these demons mine
Diving deep and far
Into farthest reaches
Until they find
Pain
Terror
Hurt

These demons then do shape
With taloned hands so gentle
A crafting each
Preparing with care
To unleash in my sleeping mind
Serving a purpose no one knows
But the demon itself
Who sits and waits
Ready to reap what it has sown

My Lady will come
Even when demon's spore
Bursts into fruit
She will come
Wrap me in her cloak once more
And I shall be at peace

The Rock Stands

Waves crash and roll
Foam and salt fill the air
The land changes, slowly but true
Sand moves, returns, is lost again
Grass struggles to hold
Yet is always defeated
The rock stands

The wind blows strong and dry
To be unsheltered is to die
The sun bears down
Ground cracked and dry
Worn hills fade in the haze
The rock stands

A chill bite in the air
The last of snow melts and flows away
Smooth now, the ground flows
Torn by ice, cleared once again
Streams flow this way and that
Merging to form rivers
Flowing to the distant sea
The rock stands

Little remains
Baked clay and shards of obsidian lie scattered
Broken memories of a time that was
No wind stirs the dank air
Craters show on the plain
Yet no water fills their depths
In the silence of a forgotten place
A discarded place
The rock stands

Paleface

Paleface looks down from high above
Watching over her people
Gently lighting the way forward
Her silver glow cool and regal

I look up at Paleface
And she smiles down at me
A cooling fire fills me
And I am free

I follow the path that Paleface shows
Walking with lightness of step
I know she will not lead me astray
So I stride where once I crept

Paleface watches me as I walk
Looking down from far away
Content that I have started my journey
No longer will I stay

A Simple Touch

A simple touch can heal
What magic lies in the hand
When gently strokes you feel
That warmth and healing glow

No mighty words are needed
No spells or totems rare
But a touch softly repeated
And all troubles are no more

'Tis not something to be explained
But what comes from deep inside
There is no need to be trained
A loving hand will guide

The simplest touch will heal
Many woes and problems
Each strokes serves to heal
Another crack in the heart

Listen

Listen to the chime
Find the moment
Between sound
And silence

In that moment dive deep
Sink into the depths
Pure and clear
Last resonance caught in silver shimmer
Of glowing light

Deeper
Sink ever deeper
Until all is stillness in motion
A silence filled with sound
The brightest light formed in darkness

Find peace
In an eternal moment
As you listen to the end
Forever shining
In that moment
Listen