On a coast battered and bruised
we stand and search for distant visions...
Just on the other side of this wall the shadows move
walking through stories I’ll never know
carried by sensations whose ghosts I see...
Gnawing at flesh down to the bone
life blood extracted and dripping off fangs
elixir of sun’s vision over cloud tops
gliding over the world spinning away...
This forest knows me
It knows me better than I know myself
Its roots reach deeper into my thoughts than I can go
or than I’ve tried to go...
Away from the night of spice winds we crawl
following the windwalkers through sunless lands...
In the still madness of night I came awake
And listened to the whispers in the hall
Footsteps coming and going, laughter in the dark...
Behind a door closed to keep the night at bay
Voices talk of quiet places where the air is haunted
Where moments stay forever
And the floorboards whisper the secrets of ghosts...
Out of the East comes crawling nightmare
And the deep places of the forest are silent
Waiting for the hand that tears at the earth
Uprooting ancient guardians to grind them down...
A doorway empty and charred awaits
Look in and see what you left behind
Forgotten on the path to rapture...
It stares defiant across this crowded room
And the faces between us are invisible
The barrier of insurmountable time crumbles
Walls heaving with the weight of a thousand stories
Falling rafters clutch a ceiling in placeDesperate to hold onA carpet of broken bottlesBeneath the bedframes of living ghostsLight and wind play in windows that cannot closeSighing worlds pass by and do not see insideNights breathe cold through cracks in the wallsSearching for lost soulsTo carry to the stars Original Photography