Submissions by Highway62

Sparkling stars, faint strips of light, stroll across
the fields at night. As the earth turns, the wind burns. The dew
drenched leaves hang high below the midnight sky. The flaming crow
flies low and bursts into dust, scattering it's ashes on a mammal's
tusk, erect in a field of fossils, insect apostles, the murdered dodo's
grave, the boneyard cave, and the slack-black pond where the birds
would bathe. The acrid acid rain left puddles of pain, the suffering
and torture left no man sane, now there's just shadows where souls had
lain. The seas flow thick...

Blessed are those who cry when I'm sinking, damned are
those who cause pain without thinking. Death shall cast no shadow on me
or my kind, only on those who feel pain will the reaper grind. I'll
never unwind, let fortune carry my destiny through the pastures of
hardship to the green braes of glory. No man is an island, yet my
bridges crumbled long ago, my levies though strong, built far too low,
and across these seas i cannot row. For their cold steel bars i long
had fought, the battle for life that time forgot. Blessed are those who
pity my outrage, my wars...

As the wind wails and sails i cry,
Her rations of love and lust ran dry,
And the silent moon whispers no hope
To the dark and troubled, crushing sky.

Before death's inviting bed is set,
And before my maker's mind is met,
I'll dance once more in my lucid dreams,
Tugging at the seams, of her perfect blinding silhouette.

Her doves of mercy never shadowed my eyes
In the fields of her lies, her fabled kiss i so want to miss,
Never flew to my lips like the hummingbird flies.

All that is left to be pleasured is death,
All that is left...

At the bottom of this sea of sorrow, i lay half dead. I can hear the
ships pass over head. My old friend the darkness harks back to the days
when we would laugh, he always warned one day I'd feel his wrath.
Creatures of the deep, pick at my rotting flesh as i weep and dream of
sleep, the ghosts of my foes kicking sand on my bones as they steep.
Seems like only yesterday my sails were filled with the sweet winds of
love, i can hear the rudders turning on the ocean's roof above. The
currents of time carry my driftwood soul from the ocean's bowl to my
final place...

Not oft do i hear your soft and sullen woes
as you run aground and stride your bound
so often on your silky toes

Not ever, as i dither past your weeping thorny shore
have i crooned and flit, as a candle hath been lit
where your garland hung, festooned in days of yore

Neither here and neither bare
so untimely was your parture
so angelic was your hair

And so we know
as sure as air is breathed and saplings grow
i had waited high and low

So oft now enchanted, as i wrought my wretched slum
i look upon the age old...