Poetry, lyrics and other words…
Canvas towers of black paint the horizon
There is no way out
There is no way out
Turrets of stone in windswept hues
There is no way out
There is no way out
A blanket of stars, black as pitch
There is no way out
There is no way out
Suffocating inside this sarcophagus, frozen forever
There is no way out
There is no way out
I was dreaming
Yes, this is true
In places I cannot explain
No idea of where or who
Frustrated, I call out in the night
And wake myself supine
Trying to recapture
These crazy dreams of mine
The clouds on the horizon
They never do get near
A fleeting star shoots through the night
Out into the clear
Just beyond my reach again
Just beyond my heart
Maybe on the morrow
I can find a brand new start
If home is where the heart is
It’s where I want to be
Casting doubts and broken promises
Always a part of me
But I’ll keep on dreaming, yes
It’s what I always do
For one day on that horizon
I know that I’ll find you
An apricot lullaby
Mesmerizing and deep
Cleansing my mind
As I’m falling asleep
Wrapped in the arms
Of my mother’s sweet love
Drifting away
On the wings of a dove
Dreams of my father
So proud and strong
Walking the dogs
While singing a song
The morning sun rises
And to my weary eyes
I see a book on the chair
Filled with sweet lullaby’s
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At night I walk in sleepy wonder
Of what this world
May not be
In subtle dreams
I often wonder
If poison tastes
Like our disease
Be not still
Oh, flailing conscious
Tell a story
Of one’s regret
Lest we wake
Upon the morn
Lest we wake
And then forget
