• The wind has wrenched all hands away
    ascending with the storms
    of blurred forgotten years
    below the surface where i lay
    cold dawn in the world that i built
    my memories are all I know
    Hear the voice of the unremembered heart

    Where are the artists and the prophets
    where is time to bring me home
    with eyes fixed on tomorrow
    palms turned to the sky
    nothing moves and nothing feels
    survive between the here and the there
    cold dusk in a world that I made

    Searching through deserted dreams
    beyond the grays of innocence
    making eyes into frozen temples
    words make the delusion real
    now the decades pass unanswered
    just give me something

    I have slept a million nights below the darkness of silence
    another year has come and gone
    there's no life to save
    left here from the time before
    there's no causality for what I'm thinking
    each thought that is imagined
    gains a life its own

    Watching backwards as life takes pictures
    below the frozen winter skies
    broken by the weight of time
    of dreams dreamt
    breaking teardrops in the rain
    see the procession rise
    you are the hands that grab me
    still this silence gnaws upon your fingertips
    yet you remain…..