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The Eternal Truce
Ships sail the seas that are the skies
I travel the paths not traveled before
The night is as profound as death
Which lies upon my friend; he’s now departed
I watch the stars, they show my way
Though the moon has longed since disappeared
Into the land where my kin lie
In a bone yard never seen,
Except when appearing in your dreams
Spread your wings and catch the breeze
Unlock the door to your cage
This is the only chance you’ll ever get,
So I pray you, use it wisely
You own the key,
I do no longer
Unlock this Eternal Truce

The Rainy Day

I was waiting, watching one day
When Death came along, looking
As if there was something he wanted to say

His hair was as black as the sky at night
And in the wind it blew like smoke
He had come a long way in his worn black cloak

So I invited him in and I did say
If you’d like to you can stay
But Death said:

“I’m only passing through
For the clock’s hands they say
They are ticking the seconds of my life away”

And I answered,
Thinking I’d misunderstood
As Death’s dark black eye gleamed under his dark black hood

“If your Death, how can you die?”
You see, Death didn’t seem the kind to lie.

And Death wasn’t phased at all,

“No longer Death I may become,
Or so says He if I don’t complete
The most horrible, horrible, feat.

“The most horrible feat?”
I had to say
Could it be so horrible,
That Death couldn’t say?

“Death,” said Death, “is the horrible feat.”
And then he faded away, like smoke into the blue, blue sky
But I think, before he left, I might have seen him cry.

I had never in my life, seen Death again
Until the night I stood outside in the rain
When he said, “I’m sorry miss, but this is good bye.”
And I found out what it’s like to die.

So we went, and parted, to each our own way,
But one more time I want to heard Death say, “I’m sorry miss,-“
Marking the end of the day

…the played…

i look into the puddle and see my reflection staring back
i want to see my heart, but it is a simple fact…
i am not me
it is hardly my reflection in this shivering mass of ‘we’
i am at a loss,
i can’t explain. I can’t be saved.
like hope, the solemn clouds bring down the rain, bring down the rain

truth and lies are all very much the same,
but me and you-
we are different
like the dust that floats in the air
we are hardly friends
yet we are there, yet we are there

we are the player and the played,
we are the server and the served
we are the maker and the made,
we are the curer and the cured

the look in your eyes-
the hook, the hook
my eyes and yours, tell a story
there are no words to this book…
there is no book to these words
whispered quietly but never heard, never heard
the horizon merely exists to set the scene
the sky and the earth are the ones left behind
in the endless in-between

i can see my heart now, a silver splotch in a pool of blue
i look into the puddle and see me and you