I Pray

I pray you never know
How much I love you
I pray you never have to care
That way you'll be spared the pain
When I finally fade away
Nothing is made to last forever
And soon I'll have to go
I pray you never know
How much I love you
I pray you never have to care
So when my candle's light is spent
You'll never have to cry

Supposed to Show

I can't find my way

Through this maze of weeds and decay

I looked to the sun

But found it blotted by clouds

I don't know which way to go

The road is too twisted and hard

I want to know

How daylight feels

But the night is drawn too tight

I wish I could see the road ahead

And mark my path in time

I want to walk again

Below that heavenly glow

Weren't you supposed to show?

The Witch's Song

I hear the witch's song in my head
The high, sweet laughter
The rhythmic tones
They swallow all other thought
And call to me
From distant shore

I feel the witch's song
Beat in my chest
A furious longing
For what I cannot have
Love I cannot grasp
Calling, as it were
From a distant
And forgotten past

I sing the witch's song
And try to match her tones
Seeking to find the divine
The righteous harmony
Secretly hoping my song
Haunts her
As her's haunts me

This Jouney

Cold the beds I have lain down in
And strange the paths I've walked
Into and out of many "lover's" arms
Only to have revealed
Distant and empty hearts

My way is guided
By a single brilliant star
Burning in the deep-set night
She remains forever outside my grasp
And I weep most bitterly

My will is ground
To dust and blood
I wake with empty eyes
And pray for the night
So her light may fill those orbs

Cold, the beds I've lain down in
And strange the paths I've walked
Every step brings me closer to her
And I hope that across
These sundry lifetimes
I may finally hold her close
And find my journey's end

Raven

I am tired
So very tired
But of what
I do not know.
Still, I see the waters
Grow brackish
And the sun settles
Behind shadows.
I feel the chill world
Move slower and slower
On its cosmic gears.

I hear crying
Somewhere far off
But coming nearer.
I think she may be a grieved lover
Or the beansidhe
The fairy woman
Who cries when no one else will.

When my touch fails to spark
Will you cry
Or let the sun set?
Who am I to make you choose?

When we walk these cold, cold streets
When the ghosts scream around us
Are you afraid my soul will blow away
And join the ghouls about us already?

Will you dream of me when I'm gone
Or will nightmares ride your mind
On mahogany raven's wings?

If I entreat entry
At your chamber door
Will you let me in?
Or will you let
The warm tears flow over me?
It'll shrink my cloths
So the biting wind
May bite a bit deeper

The music doesn't sound anymore
You think I never listened
But I heard the lilting lullabies
I remember the angst-rock
The singer screaming futilely at fate
And loss.

Remorse doesn't tangle this place
What sense could I have of it?
Am I supposed to be sad
Over something that's bound to happen anyway?

Escapism is the key
It always has been.

Are we still chasing rainbows?
Or is it all gray again?

Will my ashen skin fail
When the blood flows again?
Does ash dissolve in blood?

Can you see what your sweet misery
Has done to me?
Can you feel my body draw
The heat from the room?
I can't feel it anymore
I did when it started
But it's made me numb now.

Whose life is this anyway?
Is it really my sun that's gone?
Or is the world of someone else
Ending?

Touch me if you do not fear the chill
But know
I cannot hear your voice
All I hear is sobbing
Far off
But getting closer
Touch me
But don't block my sight.
In the fading light
I want to see her
The beansidhe
The one who cries for me.
She brings a raven
To block the remaining rays.
She'll raise me from this cold place
And I will go with the ghosts

I will have my fairy woman
And we will play in fields of ebony
Beneath skies of purest white
Here the raven's will never fly
And the sun will never set
And my fairy woman will sit
Content and smiling
And will no longer have to cry.

Angels

Talking with you
The chime of your voice
Each syllable
Pure poetry


To watch you move
A girl of grace
You must be an angel
And yet I don’t see the wings

Still you soar

Motes

Little motes of ice
Hang in a stray sunbeam
Lost in a pause
That stands for all eternity
Hanging there
Held up by golden light
Never to thaw
Never to melt
Just to hover there before the window

Basking in the golden light.