What honor shone before the throne,
Hath dream cast to the Gods?
What magic hone of wing flapped drone
Hath there yet given odds?
What candid tone minced here, alone,
Yet stirs the soul within?
All candor thrown upon this stone,
Engraved, a mark of sin...
By what caprice, donned sweet release,
Dost thou bespeaketh me?
Hast thou by eyes of green gray skies
Laid siege Eternity?
What wrongs redressed hath lie caressed
To hold me to this truth?
Embittered frost upon the lost
Visions of catered youth.
Dream dipt folly, melancholy,
So surely thou dost bleed.
By Time adept, by soul inept,
To meet me in this need.
By bleakest dawn wherein upon
Hope flown hath found new wings...
Unto the sky by teary eye,
Now fly that Darkness sings.
Cradled by night, held ever tight,
In arms of riven trust.
If to hold dear in balk of fear,
This dream given to dust.
By starry night, by heaven bright,
Now dawns the day of laughter.
Lo, heed the cry, for this I'd die,
One kiss, here - ever after.
[This message has been edited by Michael (edited 05-01-2000).]