Walking by
down near the water
the mist from my fingers
lets me know that ghosts linger here.

A tale told in mourning.

Led by the archer
the target was carried away.

What a horrible past.
What a beautiful time.

Mayday!

Feel!
Shroud the glory.
Take what's been owed us and kiss
all our debts in the face.
Sing!
Songs of worry.
Deal what's been dealt
and maybe I'll tell you a story.

Just maybe I'll tell you a story.

Breathe through me.
Her lover likes
the distance approach.
Wisps of time
In the forest where the Earth's been denied.

Suffocate.
A blade of diversion
walk with me dear
through paths left for the blind.
Fear!
A sane minded surgeon,
cutting in order
what's not needed will fall by our sides.

Feel!
Shroud the glory.
Take what's been owed us and kiss
all our debts in the face.
Sing!
Songs of worry.
Deal what's been dealt
and maybe I'll tell you a story.

Just maybe I'll tell you a story.

11/05/2009