A Faded Melody (2012)

The keys lay broken,
dull sounds sing forth
memories that I once played.
Hardly notes,
the voices come forth from the page,
a siren's voice,
now merely an echo across the crimson
ripples of time.
My fair maiden,
in perfection you did step,
a haunting dirge your dance.
A dream begat reality,
a courtship ever perfect;
the fading melody that I drew in blood from
frayed strings.

Linger (2012)

In the candle I see your light,
a flame, a flicker to keep me warm.
And though your presence here lingers,
time can't fade the chill, the ice
of your fingers caresses these
eternal scars.

Your voice whispers on the wind,
a tongue shrill echoes on the air,
calling to me over the silence,
if only to let me know you
are there.

And though your hand
rests on my shoulder, all the
time in the world couldn't bring
you back to me,
the morning dew brings the sun,
and its light grows ever colder.

This mirror is all that stands between,
broken shards of glass keeping you from
me, I reach and I touch, stains of red
on tears my only gift to you.

The snow came too early for us to see,
your winter meeting my spring.
On my knees I watched you leave,
face down in your chest the tears burned,
I hurt, and I couldn't feel a thing.

Darkness settles in, and
in the candle I see your light.
A flame, flickering to bring me warmth,
as cold brings in the night.

I've Come Home (2012)

At Heaven's gate for what seems the twelth time,
and Lord knows I don't belong,
I'm a son come home far too soon.

Silent faces line the walls before me,
and the screams from hells fires are on my back;
Father can you hear me, another soldier home.

Mother hasn't heard I'm sure,
though I never told her before;
I can hear the organ playing now.

I'm a young man still, Father, yet already,
already I've come to talk to you again;
some people are lucky to find you in that hell,
I must be special, here to see you again,
and though I don't hear a sound, it's been the
sweetest music I've ever heard.

Father can you hear me, it's another son home from war,
I guess, this time I'm here to stay.
The fire showers are behind me, but I don't feel them,
and it's the best cold I've ever felt.

I can't turn back, though I don't suppose I would,
for some reason I think of home;
some reason, I don't feel alone anymore.

Someone tell my mom I'm sorry,
that project will just have to be,
the time has come,
I guess I've gotta knock a little harder.

Harlequin (2012)

Do you speak love my harlequin dream;
A song spoke muse of silence so fair?
Dare your lips move, my madness doth seem,
Heartborn subversion, machinations aware?

Orchid  embrace ensnared I lie,
Not as death does in strange aeons alone.
Love lay birthed when death doth die,
Willing the sin in love atoned.

Fhtagn (2012)

The restless whisperer sleeps
Dreaming dreams of dreams of dreams,
The call, a call, my friends, dear words,
Has come at last it seems!
And in the darkest dark it creeps,
Haunting silence screams,
And on the wind the wings of birds,
The call in dark it teems.

They bring me home my silent friend,
The resting place, my mind,
Where the dark it comes, it calls, it breathes,
With nothing else to find!
And in my mind my life to spend,
Thoughts are most unkind,
They twist, they turn, they burn, they seethe,
In dark my thoughts enshrined.