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
