Now the sun has gone away
I'm home again, in darker lands,
Where faces of the shadows prey
On distant memories of these timeless trails.

Hidden fragments of the light still blows
On and past old tombstones;
As they sleep beneath all that the world's become
Into a land where they are one.

No one laughs and no one cries
And no one mourns a sad demise;
No one cares for wounds and tears
Or for all they've been throughout the years.

Blindness walks these lands unscathed,
At the hour of darkness, but never too late
Forge memories of bygone times
Forever craved for, now never denied.

Immaculate seeds of the present
Come, embrace our vanities;
Lay your icy hands upon our wisdom;
Bring with you, your astute kindness,
Along with it, your morbid cold.
Shower our feet with benign smiles
As we step into a world unknown.
Sing songs of quiet, virgin melodies;
Silence these voices to numb serenity.
But when you next place your venomous feet
Upon footprints that lead to estranged grounds
Into farther lands of the young and old,
Save honesty a fairer share,
As you fade gently into the heart with slow despair.

Dear winter sands, come now behold
These prayers of mercy for the dawn's revelation.
He is tired now with thoughts that don’t become;
Please efface this cup of yesterday’s delusion.

Save my words with changes none
Before this day to night becomes;
Let the ones loved be forever so,
Let them last till this day is no more.

Like you choose for summer, a winter’s night;
And for darkness, the dawn’s first light,
Subject the present to your subtle elusive slaughter,
And spare these children who knowingly falter.