The rain it drones, soothing skittish nerves,
Might it just wash away our tears...

Over lost memories, I trace the contour
Of my reoccurring dreams...

Locks of silver moonlight swim
Across a navy mirror stained by shadow...

Dust rises under the sun.
Unsung beauty...

Off the coast of astral planes,
I find the secret to my pains...

Wooden faces hang with sorrow,
Placid, yet motionless and brittle...

Tiny drops of wisdom burn like acid rain
While quivering eyes seethe with regret...

So far away, yet we strive,
For greatness...

Tear drops glitter, staining time,
Time that lost direction in your mind...

Images spit rhythm into the eyes
Of slow minds and fast dimes...

The water has a fever, listen to her cry,
Fervent she is, racing down placid...

Window sitter, say now, where's the dawn?
Show me where the horizon paints the day...