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Fragments of a Broken Dream

do you hear the tears fall
slowly, numbing the
pain of a soundless scream?
do you feel my loneliness,
mirrored in the moonlit canvas
of a star-less dream?

do I wait, like I always have
for the night to pass away at last?
or do I take refuge,
in the serenity of
the white-colored garb?

would this be the night
when I see the clouds drift away?
would I then see your face
or would it be the faceless dark again?

my feet guide me to a winding road,
a stretch of silvery black I've never known,
I feel at peace, though I know I am lost,
but then,
maybe,
maybe its the numbness of the painful loss.

the snow still falls,
its
white lightening the infinite black,
and for a moment
the night was alight, with the silvery dance
of
the pale moonlight.

I wish for time to stand still,
for the music I hear
heals the wounds within.
but I hope for the hopeless
and the moment's gone,
forever lost like
wanderers in an endless storm.

the night is cold again
and beautiful no more
and the snow that falls still,
feels like tears
from the black above.

do I wish upon the night
to make me forget, a
life that could have been?
or do I hope, to be forever lost
in the shattered fragments
of this broken dream?

Laments of a Wanderer

oft I find myself
on the edges of anonymity,
cleft in twain
by a past relentless
and a future mystique,
lost
between timelessness and eternity.

too long have I wondered
about the enormity of the infinite,
of a life
free from the slipping seconds,
illimitable of the death complete.

is it life I seek in death
among the dying embers of
the withering seconds,
or am I trying to forget
a past that could have been lost,
lost, but for the tears
that keep me a mortal still.

a wanderer I am, a wanderer I will be,
alone I walk, with a fate cursed by Thee,
remembered I shall be,
forever and never
by the nameless wind
that bore me across the shining seas,
loved
by the emptiness of a life, with no one in it
save me.

though far have I walked
along the broken road,
not in vain it was
for my feet to carry me along.
voices I heard, telling me to take heed,
there are sorrows still,
sorrows still
that have shied away from me.

they say I know not
the brevity of the trickling time,
of the curse placed on it
by the heathen gods in their blazing skies.
to be forever like sand in a clenched fist,
unable to hold what seeps past,
lost
against its master's own wish.

O wanderer! think
how painful it ought to be,
to have a destiny
wrought in misery.
to truly lose that is gone,
unable to cherish, forbidden to lament,
doomed to forget
that
there was a was,
there was a could have been.

O wanderer! they say to me,
rejoice for you have memories to keep,
places to go, people to meet.
O wanderer rejoice,
for you have memories to keep.