The Ruins
Walk among the ruins...

The soul's desire a quest for love
Deceived by beauty's fickle eye...

Quietly
Contemplating solace...

Slowly comes the rain
To a bright cloudless day...

Touch of cloud hands, softly now
Contemplating, face to sun...

Life spilled in cheap ringed folders
Thin lines flow red to black...

"This is the day which the Lord hath made we...
Through fingers sifting grains of sand...

Thunder swells, torrents abound
Secret fears I've battened down...

The flickering shadows on the ground
When the sun is high or low...

Welcome dark dream's embrace
Gentle waves bestow soft lullaby...

The void my love left
When trust separated hearts...

Until the end of time
Through shades of dappled gray...