Tear In The Night Sky

One summer night, out on a flat headland, all but surrounded by the waters of the bay, the horizons were remote and distant rims on the edge of space. Millions of stars blazed in darkness, and on the far shore a few lights burned in cottages. Otherwise there was no reminder of human life. My companion and I were alone with the stars: the misty river of the Milky Way flowing across the sky, the patterns of the constellations standing out bright and clear, a blazing planet low on the horizon. It occurred to me that if this were a sight that could be seen only once in a century, this little headland would be thronged with spectators. But it can be seen many scores of nights in any year, and so the lights burned in the cottages and the inhabitants probably gave not a thought to the beauty overhead; and because they could see it almost any night, perhaps they never will...

Season Of Change?

Does the flower blossom any different now,
Is the sky a different shade of blue,
Why is the night sky any less brilliant now,
The twinkle of the stars is still true?
Is the majestic sun any colder now,
or does the earth just revolve around it a little slow,
aren't there any full moon nights now,
Which of the world's curse did dim the ember's glow?
Why does the sea just stand and watch in despair,
What happened to the heavens?It seems broken and beyond repair.
The cry of the lonely night was muted or a sin?
It is silent on the surface but it screams within.

Life Goes On

“You can shed tears that she is gone,
or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back,
or you can open your eyes and see all she's left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see her,
or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her only that she is gone,
or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn your back.
Or you can do what she'd want:
smile, open your eyes, love and go on.”

                                            -Anonymous...

On The Edge Of Time

Tonight I stand at the edge of time,
knowing not where to turn,
There is no one in sight,
and no one's touch,
what do I do to make it through the night,
I have been true,
to who I am and my dreams,
then why is agony all I got,
All but lost in this mirage,
all I want to take back to grave
is the feeling that I stood
And I fought.

Maybe while I was flying high up in the sky with my hopes
I forgot to keep my feet on the ground
With the all the noise around and these distractions
now even silence has become a scary sound
Dreams I had as a kid have all faded away
that simple picture I had in my mind
Maybe the kid itself has been cast away
Lost and hurt,never to return from the chains that bind.

Now I am hanging onto words
that were never spoken before
Like the dewdrops on my windowpane
and now I am hanging onto my lies
that were never dreamt before
Like the tears lost in the rain
So I cry myself to sleep dreaming of hope
but I still wake up with tears on my cheek
All I want to do now is to leave the night and past behind me
and look again for the golden treasure and the dreams I seeked.

They cared about what I said
and not what I meant
They cared about their lies
and not of my dreams
They gave me choices all along
Of hopeless truth and hopeful lies
I never wanted to be a face in the crowd
not the world's clown I wanted to be,
For I know the rules of this world,
But the rules surely do not know me.

My sins of the past were long forgotten
but scars remain the same
A little faded though
Still reminding of the pain
And where to go having been broken by the wind
and all I can do is cradle my dreams
But this life is worth fighting for someone reminded
through the dark and cold night the angel guided.

But once again I stand here at the edge of time
cradling the dreams I hold so dear,
Looking straight ahead into the darkness,
Ready to give up all that I fear.
And these emotions are just bottled up within,
But no one to whom I can say,
And when my dream is right next to me,
How am I,
How am I supposed to look away.

Hope Never Dies

Almost on the Edge

"Deep down you may still be that same great kid you used to be. But it's not who you are underneath, it's what you do that defines you"

Ladder to the Sun

Looking in the darkness for that one voice,
one ray of light,or a cloud's silver line,
hope remains his only choice,
and he will hold on for the sun to shine.

Sitting all day,i am drawing lines in my head,
that tell me where to go,
On this long road ahead into the night,
looking for answers i dont seem to know.

Feeling like a man with wings but no skies to fly,
Tears swell inside,but i just cant seem to cry,
Still looking for something that cant be found,
and the whole of this world just seems to pass me by.

All these chains of lies that the world surrounds,
have kept me tied to the ground
but has the time come and gone away,
for me to fly and not be found?

But something tells me my time will come
to leave this place where i dont wish to stay
to be on my own and find myself
not bound by rules and fly away
Into the sun,Into the wild,
where i will walk alone like nature's child.