Though I've called your name a thousand times, my words are blown back
into my face. The wind makes my skin harder still. The clouds race by
over-head and I fight to remain standing, the signs of endless journeys
shows in my weakened stance. I wish for the ground to open. I have been
around the world and back, I have re-lived every memory, re-dreamt every
I believe that each man craves the soul rejuvenation that, for centuries,
authors and poets of the world have immortalised through the written and
spoken word. I believe that each man wishes to harness the power of the
burning sun and rejuvenate the soul that, for many of us, lies dead. I too
have traveled these paths and found that most lead to a bare world.
into my face. The wind makes my skin harder still. The clouds race by
over-head and I fight to remain standing, the signs of endless journeys
shows in my weakened stance. I wish for the ground to open. I have been
around the world and back, I have re-lived every memory, re-dreamt every
I believe that each man craves the soul rejuvenation that, for centuries,
authors and poets of the world have immortalised through the written and
spoken word. I believe that each man wishes to harness the power of the
burning sun and rejuvenate the soul that, for many of us, lies dead. I too
have traveled these paths and found that most lead to a bare world.
Many seasons have passed since first my search began with each night came a quest to escape from a w...
Chantress she who within the magic of the ivory can act as a siren to the angels You hold within your very eyes a...
But the soul becomes fond she said as another day lay down and died Is it not time I said ...
In a pool of tears that are my own I am sitting still crying So many years and still ...
And love itself sought our nectar and time itself stood still no man before had tasted the fruits of s...
In the breast of the sky I saw them gathered in flight casting down their enveloping aura as leaves w...
I stood and watched but I could not believe I was new to this beauty why had I been b...
Beneath the very skies that I had for so long sought in vain An arcane sun hid behind...
A season died no tears were shed my eyes turned gold there was fire in the sky We wer...
