Today a shine, from realms divine
With fire, vigor and truth.
I light the skies, gloss on the eyes
Of dreams held from my youth.
But, lo, in thought, remember not
The man I longed to be.
For in all flared I have but dared
Live life from memory.
Never perished, love so cherished,
I now must break the chain.
If I'm ever to dissever
The passion from the pain.
I must rebuild upon this field
A stairway to my dreams.
Clearing at last the shattered past,
My house of glass it seems.
For every stone, if freely thrown,
Surely hath found its mark.
As once again I long for when
I lived but in the dark.
A shadow's voice, having no choice,
My words penned to the blind.
By gasping breath, awaiting death,
If but for peace of mind.
Reprimanded, cursed and branded,
I gladly bear all shame.
Within this shell of living hell,
‘Ever hand me the blame.
Means to an end, Time calls, my friend,
Alas, to set me free...
Of love held true, of dream of you
Of memory in me.
For all behind was dark and drear,
And all before was night and fear.
How many hours of night or day
In those suspended pangs I lay,
I could not tell; I scarcely knew
If this were human breath I drew.
[This message has been edited by Michael (edited 04-26-2000).]