UnmarkedNo sound penetrates that silent hill,Nor has a soul trod the blades of grass.There's no white church with cemetery,Nor tombstone with written epithet,An unmarked grave of solitudeUpon that silent and lonely hillWhere few travelers have pass by.Alone and forgotten.
FearThe fear that assaults my mind,And the tension that surroundsThe edge of darkness,Are but dim memoriesLodged into the endless night.The light that barely glimmers,Fades away. And the silent, secret, pastReturns to my mind, my soul,The pains I tried to shove away.
Fate of the MindThe dream lives in everlasting desire of the dawnKnowing the fate of the mind when it awakes.The countless illusions trick and tease the memoryBending reality and truth to fit their needs.
ElsewhereThe human soul is bound by death,Possessed to survive misery and despair,In the form of savage dreams and illusions.Trying to imagine an existence awayFrom the stone prison in which life is.Longing and then forging that place calledElsewhere! Where laughter touches theHeart in joy, not pain.The place where a moment is beautiful,And the memory is always repeated.A world where loyalty and friendshipAre endless.Where the seasons gradually turnWithout strife and war.Alas, Nothing is achieved through dreaming.One must face the peril of the worldAnd dare to put actions towards theirElsewhere.Only then will that Elsewhere become real.Become home.
But A MomentTime floats elsewhereThrough the widescape of the universe,But for us, it will pause a moment,And forget us as we forget it.We will live in that eternal momentAnd our love will not be subjected toThe vile virus of Time.
BoldnessLike the occasional hawk overhead,Dreams of flight over small houses,Parallel landscapes,Stunning, snaking rivers.Humming on the wind,Enthralled by desire,Forever free to soar the horizonTo be Bold and FreeLike themA wish.
Autumn WindI awoke as if I were in a trance,To a haunting melody.Silhouettes played tricks in the moonlight,And rested beneath the trees.Lost leaves danced upon the groundAs I crept out into the world.
Force of the Crashing WavesI'm trappedNot between rocks,But the waves themselves.It's hard to thinkAnd impossible to move.With tremendous roaring in my ears,And the sea spray stinging my eyes,All the while thrashing about to stay alive.I've given up trying to come up for air.For now it's no longer about sink or swim,But how much longerWill I struggle in this whirlpoolBefore I give into hopelessness.