An aberration of our world,
A homeless wanderer of the next -
Trapped within a place of memories,
They want no more than to perplex.
A whisper in the dead of night,
Or music that should never play.
A voice that echoes on the wind,
Too soft to hear the words they say.
A daydream of our mind's eye,
Or a shifting shadow in the fog.
Frozen lips don't make a sound
In their persistent epilogue.
A glance into the bathroom mirror,
Or features on a fleeting face.
They meander through our daytime world,
Consumed by their immortal grace.
~ C. Spies
I long for a place of ancient trees and running streams,
Of soaring minds and mighty dreams.
A place of wonder, a place of rhyme,
A place of all converging time.
~ C. Spies
The heavy smiles fall off your face
Towards their frozen solitude.
Perfection slips behind the line,
A wraith of all that you have been.
The eyes that hide behind the lies
Await a time when they can see.
Lost beneath the future's spires,
You dodge ghosts of serenity.
~ C. Spies
Our only wise men
Drown in their pride -
A lonely citadel
Of crumbling walls.
The man of promises
Spews out dreams;
Spark the blaze
But it won't seize.
Creatures of light
Caught in the Abyss;
Up is down
And left is right.
Our hollow friends
All live their lives;
Blink once more
And then it's gone.
A single owl
Lost in the dark.
When nothing's left,
There's always up.
~ C. Spies
