Our heart to give in times of strife
When evil overtakes your life,
We heal the wounds left by the knife
Where endless harmful thoughts run rife.
In times of peace it's hard to see
Your pleasure and your gaiety
Across the countless waves of sea
That separate the you from me.
~ C. Spies
O, land of sundry promises
Enveloped by the flame,
How is it you can function here
Overshadowed by the shame?
O, land of empty promises,
A land of fallen dreams,
How can you stand so resolute
With people on their knees?
O, land of broken promises,
A relic of the times,
Guide their eyes towards the gold
So they can see your lies.
~ C. Spies.
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
