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

How quickly we forget the past
and what it means to fear...

Whisper the wind and darken the sky
Tonight by the light of the moon...

In winters tightening grip we face
these dull, grey days in lassitude and...

Alone within a sea of numbers,
etched upon the skin and minds with permanence...

There,
a sigh, a soft remembered sound...

In once green fields the larks no longer sing,
Nor rise the owls to meet the waxing moon...

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

Slam the steel door and fasten it tight
Make sure it’s sealed to keep out the light...

Hollow of soul
And hollow of heart...

So now what comes to pass
as flutters shift where...

Lonely is the single heart.
It beats for love in duple time...