Waking whispers, dawn emotion,
Dream disappears in slow motion.
Time, it lingers, long and lulling
Obligation outside pulling...
Towards the world of the living,
To forgive the unforgiving.
To sugarcoat the plastic guise
Of a man behind sightless eyes.
A man who hears music alone,
Dancing away life, monotone.
By call of Disenchantment's sting
Choosing never again to sing...
For no one hears silence crying
Or wipes the tears of love dying
In dreams that fall to shades of gray,
And so the music dies away.
The hand withdrawn, outstretched in chance,
To one whom might have shared this dance.
To her who looked upon true eyes
But chose, instead, a life of lies.
And Shadow whispers Night's falling.
As Time answers to the calling.
Watching the fireflies in the rain
Never question the balm of pain...
That leads me unto a living
World of dream from life's misgiving.
In all vanity unbending
By a passion never ending.
By the silence I hear crying,
By tears I wipe for love dying,
By this life I live receding,
Who yet sees the Darkness bleeding?
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 05-08-2000).]