 Hiding again in the dark, no shimmer of light peering through;
All that we’ve had since the beginning now coming into view.  The seasons waning and becoming one;
Faint motions slowing until all has been done.  Where I await in the dark the discovery of bones;
The shroud of night coming over, setting on stones.  A trickle of suffering always gathering in a pool;
To drag one already drained into its rule.  Guilt and pain for fists at skulls;
No truer anguish present than temper at its full.  Unusual foresight in the wake of a dream;
Wearing coloring pale and becoming a theme.  Ever share in the truth,
I'm so rash compared to you; I never meant to shadow, Though still somehow I do.  Patterned thinking giving rest to the light;
Where we lay in the stardust, asleep in the night.  There is movement in in all that seems constant;
And in this motion I hide away in my own instinct.  The flakes of guilt where promise fell;
Never best to linger, please do not dwell. |
