"..My time moves slowly
Gliding across the veil of my nude skin
If i should cross the border you made for me
Maybe i would not be here..
But now what sense does it make
To try and embrace a more pristine past
Looking forward i will take the risk
But i'll finally find answers to my why's.."
Your words pass through me like the tremors that sail over the strings of the harp, once a chord has been struck.
The black clouds depart to a blacker night With sprays of light and spills of black And while lonesome fancies slowly pervade, Keeper of the Dark, your moon fades.