Baronhawk's Nest

I can see it...
a mist of hopes long dead
a fog of lost emotions
as it clouds upon horizons
and drowns all sense and notions.

I see it still
I see it everywhere
these ghost that haunts me
memories that just won't die

I can feel it...
a touch colder than ice
that creeps slowly within
an all encompassing numbness
coursing through my veins.

I know it well
this cold and empty feeling
for it lives nearby
and always keep my company.

I can hear it...
a siren's woeful cry
a banshee's song of sorrow
as it stills the beating heart
and silence all its echoes.

Its calls to me
this soulful lullaby
it sings to me
for all that has left me by.

There is a great disparity between now
and the puerile views of an innocent's eyes
the trappings and surfeit that reality endows
the gregariously common countenance of lies.

Veiled minds and obscured sights
concealed from the embrace of truth's visage
what is, what was and whats perhaps
shuttered behind tedium and regimented wiles.

Where art the hand, the guidance and the light
amidst the darkness, the gloom and the flood
for I stand alone at the edge of twilight
as I seek to find the meaning of the tides.

A vast wilderness before me
the culmination of days and years
the minuscule of moments
from the pregnant livery of time

I trod once more
moment by moment
upon this path well traveled
to my very own Vale of Lights

trolling the creek of the now
for vision of tomorrow's dreams
fighting with ghosts of the past
searching for a purpose in life

struggling with a heavy heart
that has learned so long ago
the puerile ease of giving up
than to fight the good old fight

held back by a bitter soul
alone and without delight
marooned within echoes
the hurts of time long past

burdened by scars
old wounds still fresh
the marks and tallies
of a million fallen dreams

consumed by memories
the laments of hopes long dead
the song of forgotten cries
and the dance of a broken heart.

Beyond the the darkness
across the fields of light
in silent moments
throughout these days and nights

I shed unseen tears
and whispered stifled cries
a parade of hidden fears
and consummated lies

all for the license
a stolen glance and a sigh
the only comeuppance
of a forbidden lullaby.

I saw them dancing
him and her
two lovely pairings
as it were.

Hand in hand
eye to eye
dancing the dance
of you and I.

Oh! how I wish
that it were
the tango, the twist
and titillating twirl.

Oh! how I wish
that it was
this perfect bliss
is mine and yours

Step by step
in rhymes entwined
heart to heart
from yours to mine.

Beat by beat
by subtle melody
this love I bid
from mine to thee.

Oh! how I wish
that it were
oh! how I wish
that it was.