For many ages, from time immemorial, A magnificent tree has stood here. Deep, deep into the ground, its roots dove, High & wide into the sky, its branches soared. Watching innumerable lives come & go, It stood here, Silent & unchanging, it stood here.
It surrendered itself, To the quiet passion of this world, Not from fear but one of an admirer. As the waning moon brought forth unhappiness, The advent of an unknown dawn drew near. Whispered a primal need that took shelter in us, Lustrous lies wrapped in...
I stand in the middle of this once chaotic city, The residues of traffic are zooming past me. The droning of neon lights still buzz in my ear, The curtains they have already fallen, What am I doing here?
I dream of a time when spirits roamed the day, I dream of a time when the night meant dismay. In my trance I remember this city's commotion, Fields of grey around me, bound in stone.
I saw a time when no one sought the unknown, I saw a time when no soldier would march on. In my dreams I felt a torture, my flesh it bled, ...
He walked through the forest after ages of yore, Memories flooded his eyes in thoughts evermore. The song of autumn leaves enrobed in cold, Reaches the depths of Pecan grooves, As sunshine breaks through mold.
Decaying leaves craft a thousand tales, Through this dry road in vain. Black wings cry a song of guilt, An old man travels with a cane.
Weary he saw the woodlands, That had lost all it’s warmth. Still greeted him with shelter, As if they knew he would return. Walking...
He's a lonely man, spends his nights in midst of death, Restless he senses the voices, in his dreams he is afraid. Each repressed thoughts, their schemes he doesn’t know, He looks for words, meaning of which perished long ago.
He feels the echoes, on the same plane as him, Thousands of souls walk the night, in light so dim. Stars lit the night, as meteors wash the world ablaze, Violet haze fills the void and tears drop from his face.
He caught a glimpse, in his dreams, Of thinly woven strings, Of thousand wings unfurling. ...
A traveller walks the mountain path for days on end, Through ancient storms he senses the coming of spring. The winter air fuels a rage & leaves shreds of wings, Inside him he feels the longing of the mountain.
Days of happiness drifts away in lingering cold, Hibernates the weak of nature in a lake so old. Protects every soul with warmth for coming of life, Descents a man with touch of bliss in reprise.
A mountain sage waits for spring in cold forever, Beneath the lake I immerse my soul in depth of winter.