Standing in the shadow of
the warmth of a memory
Held in the arms of a dream
of hands rising up to the setting sun

Arrays of colours split the sea
the widening sea, and we
rise yet again, the dusk
brings recollections, images
sounds and our primitive feelings
We begin to walk.

The way is long, so far
off is the light that is sought
But this is purpose, this is
meaning, and it is precious

Lingering fears and sightless shades
watch over the way, and we
blind ourselves so as not to see
deafen ourselves so as not to hear
destroy ourselves so as not to feel
We go on walking.

It is desired, the mind needs
the body yearns again for it
It is a high that cannot be bought
to have meaning, there is no other

We open our eyes, stop walking and
look to where we have gone, to
find the light is consumed by ashen
grey, silver rains begin to shatter
hallucinations; we see it all for
what it was in that last breath

Here is nothing, a tenuous existence is
forever in fear of falling; not an end
to the way, but another beginning
One breath passes into the next
we feel it again, we know that joy
and we open our eyes, and we find ourselves

Standing in the shadow of
the warmth of a memory
Held in the arms of a dream
of hands rising up to the setting sun

Arrays of colours split the sea
the widening sea, and we
rise yet again, the dusk
brings recollections, images
sounds and our primitive feelings
and we begin to walk.

I'm a fan of the last and second stanzas. Is this another lyrical work? I'd love to see you perform these, if you have a way of getting it down. Or have you done so already?

To be honest, I did not write this with the intention of putting it to a song. Reading over it now, it certainly does not seem to me the kind of poem I could easily write a song around. As for performing them, in the event that I get my ass into gear and actually record any of this, should anyone want to hear it, I will be most happy to let them. :v

Weee! I want to hear them if you post them!

-VV