The nostalgia in waiting
The yearning relief
In blanketed branches
After skies unleash…
And winds blow through
Rendering skies ever blue…

Glistening frost light
Transitory, shining bright

Is this so sacred because we can’t keep it?
Do we only love because we will lose?
If life was ever lasting would we need it?
Is loss what we would choose?

Autumn’s beauty withers to grey;
Does that make it more desired?
Wintеr’s tranquility melts away
Either by spring or by fire

Eithеr by ice or by rot
This life is all we have got
We have nothing else to lose
As we make a home of our tomb

For all love we deny
For all the poison we imbibe
For all memories lost to time
Another part of us dies
Running ever slower now that a limb is gone
Blind eyes still perceive the beauty of the dawn
Beyond all sunsets and into the dark of loss
The snow greyed and the sky dimmed for it’s cost

The phantom limb heart for the soul weathered numb
The celluloid dances for the
Dead and succumbed
The symphony plays forever on into the abyss
The messages screaming to those who will never hear this...