| The silence dominates divining resolutions from my hands
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| Lines drawn in the sand
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| But my volition’s wry
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| My temperance twisted, faced with failing light
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| Nothing in my sight
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| If I fall into the ocean,
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| Send my soul into the sea,
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| Will these reflections trouble me?
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| Will I dream a final dream?
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| I sense this silhouette who’s standing vigil growing very sore
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| Just one moment more
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| Before I close the curtain; |
| fate uncertain; |
| spirit to the dark;
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| Endlessly apart
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| Can I fall into the ocean?
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| Send my soul into the sea,
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| No distant echoes haunting me
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| No further phantoms will I see
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| This silence held eternally
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| But what if the silence is broken by the ones you’ve loved?
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| Incredibly pleasant, with a heavenly breath to wake you up
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| With nothing left to poison a portrait of who I’ve become
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| Only elation remains, protecting us from this never ending night
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| Dear apparition, while my senses last,
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| Is absolution far too much to ask?
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| Will you forgive a truly troubled past?
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| The silver lining still remains,
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| The sights I’ve left to see
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| So trust that with this end,
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| A new beginning’s waiting patiently. |