Stayingpower

The darkness rides its steel eyed mount The gathering souls, each one to count Upon the shores of lakes of wrath The sad eyed lady's spirit cast The hope of dawn, of rising sun But each day more and more wearisome The adjustment of the season falls As does her gaze in darkening days The light of heaven, a split in time A rift in the continuum of space The clouds to lift and reveal grace That sky so blue, and sun so bright Even a brief interlude, 'till spring takes flight A brighter day will come again Of warmth, of love and relief from pain...

Open my mouth to cry out But words just bring pain Like the sting of bee driving me insane And words just die As they try To save my life Oh why In hunger for something sweet Does the pain remain And poison just seep Well I wonder Honey to my lips And to yours I cry As I hunger for your kiss Like a devil's inside Trying to find His way Out of my mind And maybe if We can share One kiss As a word of love Spoken in truth Well then Maybe The darkness will subdue me Or maybe The brightness will consume me Like a fireball Bursting forth from my soul Total destruction Of all I know An empty husk Is what remains Oh Place a bee upon my lips Keep me silent Again

Empty spaces for my minds eye, light that bleeds through from a northlight... Let me wander here, let me wander here, in the void of space... Let me wander here, devoid of race... Let me wander here, where concrete and glass meet eternal light and steel that binds has ethereal might.... Let me wander here...

No one hear? listen to me, Like a bitten tail Like fish out of sea Like snake in the grass Like a mystery My fangs are loaded But your neck is protected Yet so frail Got a quiet soul Got a really deep hole Where darkness is afraid to be There is a light That shines quite bright But the still waters Have been muddied By your pride Got still blue eyes Got a fire inside Got steel in my holster and a blade put by With a sombre mood Resting by my side Hallelujah I hear From a quiet voice With a vicious tongue And cruel heart Sings your song...

January drags drearily on, Low, the hanging cloud, Mist and saddened song, The sky continues to cry, So much locked up inside, Tears of frustration, Of lonesome shroud, On TV, on radio read aloud, No touch, no feel, A crime to crowd...

In cold dark night, Full moon risen, Warmth of body, Cool crisp air, Tentative touches, Breathe in your scent, Nape of neck, A delicate sight...