In the space between moments
Cobwebs float through somber clouds,
Gossamer threads thickly weaving.
Darkened feathers bring a shroud,
Just as fragile hope is leaving.
The world is but a surreal haze,
A burial ground for newborn dreams.
The banshee cries begin to raise,
Slicing through shadowed moonbeams.
Fingers of ice impale my heart,
As my soul burns with acid tears.
The sea of emotion begins to part,
Purging forth my deepest of fears.
A scythe glints within my nightmares,
A somber symbol of an ominous future.
The road of destiny is never fair,
Especially when hungry the winds stir.
My weary spirit painfully shatters,
My only salvation slowly sinking.
The last of my faith lays scattered,
And I alone know what I'm thinking.
The window of my soul stays locked,
As I choke upon slow and foggy thoughts.
Alone in my fear I dangerously walk,
Reaching for life that won't be caught.
~*Like a lion, without fear of the howling pack,
Like a gust of wind, ne'er trapped in a snare,
Like a lotus blossom, ne'er sprinkled by water,
Let me, like a unicorn, in solitude roam.*~ Hymn Of Buddha