The Chalice and the Dagger

Meandering, frozen in time

Wandering, into a sacred land where silence lies

Yearning, for a treasure found

Beyond the illusory

Trapped within the imagination

A slave to unlived lives

A noise which never dies

Grasping for moments which halt the decay

A knowing of histories, failures, and victories

Desperate for love without slipping away

Grinding and toiling, maintain hope for epiphanies

Dark and alone, she floats through the droves

Beauty in mystery, in dreams foretold

Hover around you always

Movements bring music, brings the light of day

Waves wash over freely, this fog will carry me away

Stirring this poison stream, carries the ego to environs foreseen