There are doors I enjoy staring through, yet I will never ever dare enter
Charlatan night shine, moments in gloom, all traveling to my heart's center
By June inundates and the harmattan breeze in it's mighty, powerful rage
I breathe out heavily when the night time brings an enclosure to my page
Over banks of colorful sea tangle, the weaking tide leaves a pathway dry
And I look for a prayer, the language my heart speaks when I hide and cry
And at that moment, my soul is awakened by an absent rush of serendipity
A tintinnabulation of weary memories from days when I was young, pretty
A desolation submerged in blood and passion stirring my passing physique
My beautiful dreams broken like tree branches in a storm, refuge I seek
To pity the world in substance, I've made abundance where a famine lies
And envisioned the breakthrough of a brand new hope when a human dies
The brightest star has gone uphill and my tribulations have been forgotten
A shadow moves hoovering the waters, a voice calling out to me, begotten
And alien answers lie miscarriaged in my throat, my life's pain abhorred
Drip by drip it drains away, a day falls apart unto the bossom of the Lord
I question the universe, what keeps earth spinning, and man's unbalanced
Not so much a comforting friend, many are the emotions I've experienced
I don't know which way to go, happiness and sorrow point same direction
So I debate the realms of insanity with a bottle of wine giving protection
Ahead of the stars hanging in darkness, there has got to be another light
For many, many, thoughts do overwhelm me, and for my conscience I fight
An explanation for all of this wrong paraphernalia, my soul truly desires
In the chronicles of the believer, the whole world bursts out in smoke, fires
Oh life, you are the melody of myth, and I want to hear your voice, O speak
For if I go home, I may come never more, never more, don't make me weep
So even as this sea hangs a portrait of the moon, I see beauty, I see pain
In the eyes of all I will never be, I have carved my name into pouring rain
There are antiphons I admire listening to, but I will never ever dare sing
For they spread out the banners of my existence, a summertime in spring
Charlatan night shine, moments in gloom, forever travels away in a second
And the stillness of my spirit broke as everything went flat and darkened.
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2018
