Member Rara Avis
So pale are my dreams, an illusion of light.
P erforming charades and answering with fright.
E mbalming my hopes in beakers of stone,
A djourning my mind to perils unknown.
K arma still unfound, where is thy threefold?
T here is no balance with empty arms cold.
O vertures of promises ever vain.
M idnight rises o'er soul slickened with pain.
E vening tide washes ashore, nightmares fade.
O ceans of sleep dance in silent parade.
F orgotten are hurts, forgotten are lies.
B orn are fantasies where broken hearts fly.
A ided by angels, love plays ‘neath the sun.
L iving reality, life can't become.
A voiding the truth which sleeping belies.
N ight comes to a close, dawn breaks in my eyes.
C ome winter morn, give release from the past.
E ase this deep scar, give me balance at last.
[This message has been edited by Christopher (edited 12-14-1999).]