Separated from all but itself,
a mind lashes out against the void...
It’s all there, ready for the reaping,
set against a backdrop of a thousand suns
where we toil to the end of days...
These dark skies and darker lands
rolling on and on to blind cliffs
above the graveyard of the damned...
Veins filled with holy fire
A light with no creation come alive with the sacrifice
To walk the world it dreamed in childhood
We descended upon the city of secret lights
With a hunger for the world in our hearts
Chasing the taste of a dream we once had
For a moment passing through catatonia to new sight...
I know you shape the world between your fingers
Leaving behind beauty encased in sweetwater
I see a figure standing hereHidden within the shadowed hallHead bowed in grief, consumed by fearForetelling how the world will fall. Beside them one who laughs at deathSets fire to their solemn soulThe spark is lit and fanned by breathOf hurricanes and rock 'n' roll 'Cross oceans red with rebels' bloodWith sights set on a… Continue reading The Search for Sand