Dreaming of Romance

Her name still tortures me in my dreams

Because there’s no cure for her poison

The clock spring cannot be unwound

Nor can the past be erased

The stars forsake their fire when I look to them

For even the gods know I am lost, like their unforked thunder

So they press their sky upon me, like the auras of a deep ocean

Pressing my soul of all its value, until I see myself as I am

I now laugh at all value I once perceived of a human soul

And realise how finite I am, how like a speckle I move

Through the infinite vastness of the Universe

I have awoken, I am erased

Silver of Moonlight

Nobody puts flowers on a forlorn man’s grave

Never a dawn where roses blossom on my tomb

And the undertaker whistles by, six feet above

As I dream tonight on this silver of moonlight

But don’t the raindrops sound so lovely

On a night where the moon is full

As I sink beneath the autumn leaves

Bathing in this silver of moonlight

Footsteps of the dead glide across the gravel

Dancing to a tune of madness and bliss

Crows croak that I must be insane

To forever fall under this silver of moonlight

Hell shrieks for my name below

And heaven sings for my soul above

But no one knows my name

So ever I hide in this silver of moonlight