What sweet solace arises
From fallen voices echoing
These dreams unburdened
These thoughts unhinged
Here in this silent charade
This fool's parade
A sullen march to an unmarked grave
Have I seen too much
Have I let myself go wrong?
Only in the night that ensues
Can I whisper the truth
Broken and beaten and torn
With a forgotten whisper
A dance of forbidden delight
From an orchestra of the unborn
We of the faceless faithful
Hands bound and lingering
Malingering in the nightmare
Of misspent truths and aching regret
Here I stand before you
With eyes lost and longing
Here I weep before you
With sullen, wasted tears
A victim of wasted years
This is the crime of innocence lost
This is the fate of never mind the cost
And in the interim I can't help but wonder
All the dreams torn asunder
With mocking laughter and derision
Lost in a haze of indecision
The rhetoric of despair.
December 30, 2007