Wandering along the willow's path,
He stops to ponder the nights that past...

When the midnight clock rings it's bells,
A Siren dwelling within her soul, will arise...

Ensnared in the whispers of the encage,
Laced by the insanity, bounded by shadows...

In this place
I do sit...

The shades of colors hidden with in the eyes.
A dreaming brush that sits and awaits the image...

If I go back to where the sea ends,
Will I see you...

Somewhere
I know far from here...

.... deepen sleep....
.... a sigh that's not hers...

In the mist
Of morning dew...

Through the endless fights.
Through the long, lonely nights...

Spacing out, my mind all a wander,
Under the shimmering stars...

Finger tips that dance
Over paper so devine...