My weary brow crawls slowly away from open palms.
In a manner so closely akin to this mornings sunrise.
It was raining at half past six.
But a new days promise overcame melancholy's loom.
Initially I recall the hint scarlet.
Oppressed still by darkened skies and yet so resilient.
It was a catalyst setting aflame my fervor.
Summoning home my sovereign spirit.
Ambiguous silhouettes fade from focus.
As a monochrome monarchy came thundering down.
A renaissance, a resurrection, a debacle undone.
As rains final drops gently cleansed my conscience.
Amidst a horizon and my dreams.
Impoverished realities quickly erode away.
And if I drew a line in hourglass's fleeting sand
Upon which shore should I chose a home.
And if I lost my grace
I wouldn’t wait for an idle hand to lift me up
And if another night should fall upon this landscape of scenic strife
I’d forsake a far flung star’s scornful guiding light
Alas...
Temperamental thoughts run untamed
And for every triumph and every fight
Empathy silently grows slightly more rigid
We’re all in stride amid the walking wounded
In a manner so closely akin to this mornings sunrise.
It was raining at half past six.
But a new days promise overcame melancholy's loom.
Initially I recall the hint scarlet.
Oppressed still by darkened skies and yet so resilient.
It was a catalyst setting aflame my fervor.
Summoning home my sovereign spirit.
Ambiguous silhouettes fade from focus.
As a monochrome monarchy came thundering down.
A renaissance, a resurrection, a debacle undone.
As rains final drops gently cleansed my conscience.
Amidst a horizon and my dreams.
Impoverished realities quickly erode away.
And if I drew a line in hourglass's fleeting sand
Upon which shore should I chose a home.
And if I lost my grace
I wouldn’t wait for an idle hand to lift me up
And if another night should fall upon this landscape of scenic strife
I’d forsake a far flung star’s scornful guiding light
Alas...
Temperamental thoughts run untamed
And for every triumph and every fight
Empathy silently grows slightly more rigid
We’re all in stride amid the walking wounded
