I only say what I say
to say again
what I mean
but in the end
toward the end of time
they promised all shall be mine
so at that time
and then again
we shall be together
but not as friends

Dare I wonder
and bother to dream
of tainted nights
clouded with steam
from a shower before
heated with
passion all it's own

When again shall it be
that we may be free
to see that it was meant
to be
what seeks to see
what it all means

When will it end
so I can say again
that in time
all things are well
and seek to see
all that entails
having it begin again

Should I wonder
should I believe
should I ponder
should I be set free
this dream becomes me
and I fight to see again

So blinded
as I am blind
but not to things behind

I have always sought to be
more of what was meant for me
and when I see
that it's all free
I know it's for me to be
as I have been
and always wanted to be

But at the end
there's ne'er a shout
for nay,
the twain shall meet
and seek
in a world of it's own
certain wonder

Stillness
like the cold of a winter's night
setting fire to certain desire
and one desires
only to dance like pirates bountiful
majestic
free to be
as they please

A few words whispered sweetly
meant only for your ears
to inspire in you
what lies hidden
deeper within
behind burning desire
fiery, raging
seeping even through
each innocent gaze

It may not even be
known to you
the depths longing
yearns to replace
amidst flashing lights
life unfolding
with eyes wide open
as is seen
what's said to be
meant to be

How much more
what will it take
when will I have it
within my grasp
to show where darkness
leads a mind wandering
back to your sight
lasting just that time
weakening, each breath
breathe again
out, in
such life, but then
teasing dares motion toward
bitterness: the end

Why even bother?
Why go there?
Why try?
Why do anything at all?
Why even ask why?

Why so many faults
so many dreams
waiting to die?

Why so many more
that don't even try?

Near to me
it's certain to be
that time again
and in my right mind
as I approach
steadily this time
again I am where
I was to be

And where from here
but where it was
I had to go
for even in the after
it all still begs
to be what it's sure
will be marked in time
and time again
sweet reverie
for it has been
what was wished to be
and then there again

I fear nothing, it's true and that I know,
it was to be you, me, and more.
What more can I see,
but what was meant,
what never was,
and what desperately wants to be.

On days I try to be
who I've denied
I couldn't even
understand why.

So many times
I wondered again
Never too far to fall
Even in doubt it stands
The end

Some days I dream,
though I often wonder,
should I not,
where would it all be then?