Mist off the surface of the river is a cloak Over the backs of we who walk among the trees Joy is our song this day of glory Light and darkness dance together as one...
Down to the River
A New Master
Dishonored at the gate we held Backs bent, bones broken, arrows pierced our souls But we did not give way...
Madman on the City Wall
Union of wind and sky over this seascape Shores in the distance moving away— Let them go, there are more ahead of us Unfurl the sails and catch that raging wind...
Boneyard
Staring beyond the depths of the cup in my hands Into a past I long to know The view from atop the boneyard pile Is a steep descent into rolling madness.
Out of Reach
Time walked a straight path from the morning On a collision course with rapture Then all melted in a haze of something like color, but more A distant scream was a song on the breeze
The Wrong Words
It was her hand reaching out to me Cold fingers grasping at a final trace of hope Like breath lingering upon a still morning That broke apart the wall, brick by brick
