a bridge too far
it’s cost too high
defending an Idea
that does not align with their own
wounding the heart
are the words spoken
their true intentions
known to a select few
though the grass may seem green
on the other side
the music that is being played
is not the one I want to hear
united by one goal
from white to black
the stars are gone
what was once great
shall bleed red again
a distant train
the passage of time
echoes in the ear
a forgotten chime
solitude is found
when the answer
to a question
is all around
In the garden
he sits
and contemplates
a world that exists
in song
that is ours
to belong
a place to reflect
upon life’s choices
to encounter hardships
that leave behind a scar
turning away from the world
if one is willing to change
one must look within
in order to succeed
a cacophony of noise
in order to impress
the one who chooses
the best
when we sleep
one can experience
that our existence
is built upon a foundation of memory
a key to understanding
the reason we dream
lies in unlocking
the subconscious mind
my dreams are of stars
that swirl in the night sky
the light of the moon
allows me to see
a reflection of mine
stem to flower
when spring
meets summer
once again
you have too…
look into the shadows of the past,
in order to see the future
has become a catalyst,
for suffering the indignity of failure.
is ones destiny preordained,
or can those actions
be altered.
tormented by dreams,
of things we cannot change.
corrupted by violence and terror
can one be redeemed.
and when the light of hope diminishes,
their eyes will burn with the embers of hate.
a lifetime of servitude,
following a masters sacrifice…
before the sunrise
the sky is clear
a pink hue
amidst the blue
over the horizon
dreams are perceived
upon our awakening
Echoes of Life 