Imaginary Mosaic

Come Nightfall

Spilling the tale from a stuttering lip

To the fireworks of evening whispers,

Sirens wail to ears of pounding hearts

Emerging from words of bravery said.

"You like to think you're an immortal ghost

Never defeated with scars of burnt fire,

And never held with chains gripped taut

But we'll be sure that'll change, come nightfall."

It becomes almost a dance in the moonlight

To the overplayed tune of scaling bullets.

This song lacking mercy sings at every turn

As chary dancers bathe in tears and sweat.

For both sides now behind hourglasses of sand

Fighting for flags upon poles that bend and twist,

The dancers take their bow and fall to their knees

Before burning to scarlet crisp, come nightfall.

I tell my wordless painters in a mindless state

To paint a mural upon walls of brick and stone.

Crimson with the blood of the children fallen,

Paint a mural of the faces of a war so crumpled.

Faces who dare let their children perish to dust

As they brush away ashes with polished fingers.

For these faces so stoic as their slate, gray walls

Will only see their city aflame, come nightfall.

Everything on Earth is beautiful wonderment,

But nothing beautiful lasts a day in bloodshed

And even in shadows of alarm clocks spent,

Piercing thunder shakes days of searing flesh

So take in this breath of black wind cinders

With echo's of screaming voices hollow,

For you may find yourself buried beneath it

Past tomorrow's red dawn, come nightfall.

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Forever in the Rose Garden

Wait for me in the lands

Of promises long broken

Where all the world sighs

To the words unspoken

Where salty sweet tears

Are but a small token

To the smiles of grief

Decorated in lavish oaken

Wait for me in the mirrors

Of a long forgotten past

Where reflections dress the hall

And draw long faces aghast

Where night and day collide

But still leave a strong contrast

Yet leaving open the maps

To this world always so vast

Wait for me in the courtyard

Of our castle walls so high

Where the trees line the gardens

And the ravens release an outcry

Where the wind leaves the voices

And the roses gone awry

But never a soul alarmed

And never a qusstion to why

Wait for me in the forrest

Where all has gone askew

And the earth's a damp sweat

But remains still as a statue

Where all hope that still exists

Lies in the hands of those untrue

And so the hollow speaks

Is in the old of what is new

Wait for me at the sea

Where waves crash and break

And all that can be seen

Leaves such a dull ache

Where rocks wait bellow

To turn sleepy eyes awake

And the fogs whispers a tale

Of it's nigh false namesake

Wait for me at the mountains

Of the dark snow capped peaks

Where the hearts freeze to ice

And the souls afire shriek

Where the lungs do not breathe

And the voice does not speak

But so the cold rages on

And soft footsteps make but creaks

Wait for me in the valley

Where all the runaways do hide

For so they always fear

The truths they never abide

They live in a fantasy

Of hands never tangled or tied

Where all is kept a secret

Except to the eyes opened wide

Wait for me at the gate

Where the steel matches gray

And the keeper holds a key

To the mystery gone astray

Where you hold such a love

That has been so long delayed

What a glass shattering fear

If I so shall daresay

Wait for me on the balcony

Of such a view so far

Where our hands inertwine

And a love so bizarre

But such so very long ago

Has left but a deep scar

Where all that remains forgotten

Is left behind the door left ajar

Wait for me in the garden

Where our nostalgia made foreign

And burried deep below

Where the rose petals have fallen

Such has left the ground a deep crimson

And though our hearts may harden

But always we'll keep moving

Forever in the rose garden

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