Take the knife and cut away the bindings
tightened over years of misuse and oppression...

The world turns
and in the blinking of an eye...

The nights are closing in and winter
stretches out cool fingers to caress...

Come and walk within my walls
and listen whilst I whisper...

Wrong, I was so wrong
yet how could I suppose to know...

The trees dance
as the north wind breathes...

Looking into the sunset
I watch the shadow of my heart...

Failing heart
beats slow and...

Sunlight streams through fresh washed glass
and dries the tears of rains gone by...

Sinking in this self made mire
of vaporous dreams...

After all uncertainty has burned away and
vanquished are the unseen foes that led us...

The journey continues,
although not for me...