Post by theklye on Mar 31, 2012 9:09:22 GMT -5
Once again I go to drink from the well of despair,
The small pool of hope, long since dried up.
I travel alone,
Only darkness stays with me, wraps around me, here at the edge,
The calm dripping of the icy water,
Ringing bells of sorrow in my ears,
Each drop a tear shed,
For what could have been.
The path ahead long and treacherous,
The sun long gone,
In the embrace of the moon now,
Both possessing beauty beyond my reach;
If for one moment I could possess that warmth,
Then maybe the paths direction would be to the meadows of joy,
That your arms would surely guide me to.
But I see only a cliff at the end,
The night sky above beckoning, dark, endless and free.
The fear overcomes me again though,
I drink deeply the waters of despair,
Release like you, just beyond my reach.
The small pool of hope, long since dried up.
I travel alone,
Only darkness stays with me, wraps around me, here at the edge,
The calm dripping of the icy water,
Ringing bells of sorrow in my ears,
Each drop a tear shed,
For what could have been.
The path ahead long and treacherous,
The sun long gone,
In the embrace of the moon now,
Both possessing beauty beyond my reach;
If for one moment I could possess that warmth,
Then maybe the paths direction would be to the meadows of joy,
That your arms would surely guide me to.
But I see only a cliff at the end,
The night sky above beckoning, dark, endless and free.
The fear overcomes me again though,
I drink deeply the waters of despair,
Release like you, just beyond my reach.