A mist upon the far off shore
cast below this rage of emotion...

Something gentle
a brush in contrast...

Bitter changes come and go
fading in fading out...

These ropes that hold me bound in place
made of nothing that seams to be real...

WAXING and waning flowing from full to black and...

Silence my old friend we meet again
i see you wont return my gaze...

Truly begotten of gods own heart
the son the reason for an ever doting smile...

A stranger in this foreign land
pushed upon a bended knee...

Walking seems to pass the time
and hours fly as i stroll in peace...

What are friends but words
words that only lie...

Masked in alabaster pale and hallow
we look in ways that shatter superstition...

Once i went home
the walls where cold and bare...