Black windows
Black skies
And blacker shadows
Cast by your silhouette

I see your death a thousand times
During the sleepless nights of mine
So much it's grown to be a part of me
So much that my eyes only sorrow see

You carry on, drifting through my void memory
Like a ghost walking in the aftermath of tragedy
Until there is nothing left but you
And I am shades of black through and through.

If you could see the horrors
The tragedy that haunts my dreams
Greater than all the world's wars
Nigh, a single night of solace seems

The hurt, the desperate, always silent
More alone than any other can feel
Screaming inside when no one listens
Screaming harder, for the pain to heal

When all is lost, the laughter begins
The moment when you become insane
And pain be becomes a pleasureful sin
Because unlike love, lingers does the pain

Alas, constance of a fix is the greatest temptation
And when constance endures, a fix becomes vocation

The train rolls to a stop in front of the station. I peer out the window through the steam at the people. Some getting on, some off. But they are all on their own journey and it doesn't end nor does it begin with this change in direction.  Still I wonder if I should get off now, or should I wait for a nicer stop ahead?

The road that lies ahead is a long one. Many have traveled it before and I can see them at the end. Although there are many obstacles along the way, bridges I must mend before crossing, potholes that slow me down, and inns that tempt me to stay awhile — I must resist and persist and carry on, or I might never reach my destination before the sun falls over the horizon.

On the night that conscience falls, we will be at peace, my friend. When it falls, the stars will be in our hearts, shooting us out into oblivion. Ourselves, we, you and me — it will be our greatest moment, and our worst pain altogether. When conscience falls from ourselves, the world will fall with it straight into our palms.

Link to Music: https://soundcloud.com/david-leger-1/deep-dark-symphony-1

I left the shore and with my memories
Traveled far from forlorn fantasies
The sea winds sailed me into waters deep
All the future and past I weep

Abandoned my pen in shame
Silent deep words lost in vane
A dying poet without a name
And nothing but the sea remains

Drifting on endlessly through dreamworlds and the sea
I see a meadow a scene that comforts me
Warm winds breeze in the rye and golden wheat
There my heart will take its final beat

I yearn to grace the shore of Elysian Fields
Gilded beaches, warm sunsets yield
But the sea winds howl my deep dark symphony
Dreams that only my death can set free

"And I forgive the sea
For all it's done to me
It is my home,
My grave forevermore
As the tides take me under, deeper down."

Horrid memories carved in stone
Waves can never wash away
Tortured souls that died alone
Ghost still haunt the seabed graves

Drown all hope drown all grace
Drown in past you never faced
Sins that cloud the poet’s sea
Storms rage for eternity

The albatrosses fly over
The deep dark ocean, left Cliffs of Dover
And the poet's dreams of paradise
Reborn from his sacrifice

And the symphony still plays on
Melody for those lost at sea
Heartborne poets final song
Sailing fast to Elysian Shores

“My symphony begins at the end of all love and loss."

The Sparrow's song is my happiness
A friend that darkness never takes
A remedy to my greatest sadness
And is always there when morning breaks

As it flies through the forest singing
The angelic tune brings comfort to all
A true moment of simplicity rings
Even as the sun again begins to fall

In presence of the Sparrow's innocence
We will always pursue it with diligence.